Breathe || negan

• ch 2 •

Audrey POV

About a couple weeks later

I step out of the shower and wrap myself in a towel. Once I've dried my hair so it's damp, I look at myself in the mirror.

"You're fucking worthless, a waste of space!"

I breathe deeply. I hear his voice every time I look at myself.

"This is all your fault! You fucking whore!"

I shook the thoughts away and got dressed. I put on a tight green tank top and brown cargo pants, along with a jacket.

I brush my hair back and head downstairs.

Eric is at the stove cooking what looks like pancakes. "Morning," he greeted.

"Morning," I nod and sit at the island.
"Where's Aaron?"

Eric puts a pancake on a plate and slides it to me. "He went out with Rick to get some supplies for..."

I nod. We don't say his name. At least a not in our household.

He gets his own plate and sits down next to me. "What're you up to today?" He asks.

I shrug. "I'm on watch most of the morning, and then I'm sitting for Judith,"

We finish our breakfast and I head out.

A few hours into my shift I see the familiar trucks approach the gate.

Only there's two instead of ten.

I lean my elbows agaisnt the edge of the wall and watch Negan hop out of the first truck.

"Hey there, beautiful!" He calls to me and waves.

I scoff. "You're early!" I spat at him.

"Well I'm not here for the reason you think I am," he chuckles and reaches into the truck.

He pulls out Carl.

I gasp and yell, "if you touch him I will blow your head off!" I pick up my rifle.

"Slow down, cowgirl! I am just here dropping him off!" Negan replies pushing Carl towards the gate.

I sigh and hop down. I radio Sasha to take over my shift early as I open the gate.

"How kind of you!" Negan grins at me.

I raise an eyebrow at him and close the gate.

"Any fucking hoo, lets go to your house!" He pats Carl on the back and they walk towards the Grimes' house.

Suddenly, I remember I have to watch Judith, so I follow them.

We all enter the house and Negan looks around.

Carl stands there awkwardly, and I whisper to him. "I'm supposed to watch Judith, I'll be upstairs,"

He nods. I'm about half way up the stairs when I hear Negan say "Okay! Take me on a tour!"

After about 15 minutes of sitting on the floor of Judith's room playing with her, I hear footsteps in the hall.

"What's in there?"

"Oh that's just a water heater,"

"I don't believe you.."

The door swings open and I pick Judith up and hold her to my chest.

Negan gasps and chuckles. "Well who is this little angel?"

"J-Judith, my sister," Carl stutters.

Negan coos and goes to hold her.

I back away, "if you so much as breath in her direction, I will kill you,"

Negan momentarily looks taken aback but then resumes his grin.

"You know what? I'm not gonna wait for rick to get home," He sucks his teeth. "Put the baby down,"

I look at him skepticly and place Judith back in her crib.

As soon as I take my hands away, Negan grabs my upper arm and yanks me out of the room.

I immediately sock him in the nose with my free arm.

Blood is now gushing from his nose and he's chuckling.

"Damn, doll, you got a nice right hook," he chuckles and delicately touches his nose.

Negan slightly tightens his grip and pulls me downstairs and outside.

"Stop!" I finally yelp. "Let me go!"
I struggle to get out of his grasp.

He stops walking and looks at me. "You know what? No. You are going to come back and work for me," He looks at me sternly. "Now why would I do this? Because I can't have someone who talks to me the way you do and doesn't hesitate to punch me the way you do just wandering around, being useless,"

He pulls me down the street, by now Rick is back and is walking up the Negan. "We had a deal," he growls at him.

"Look everybody it's rick!" Negan exclaims, there is now a crowd of people gathered around.

Negan leans towards Rick. "Your boy, snuck onto one of my trucks and machine gunned a bunch of my men down, and I brought him back here, safe and sound," He grins. "And, I fed him spaghetti,"

Rick snaps his heads around and gives Carl a death glare who is now standing on the porch with Judith.

Negan starts talking about something else while gesturing with Lucille but I tuned out.

Most people imagine panic attacks as out of control sobbing and hyperventilating. But for me, a lot of the time, it's like my body shuts off. My brain is running so fucking fast but the rest of me freezes.

That's what's happening right now. I'm going to work for Negan? I need my meds, I need Denise, I won't be able to just live without our weekly sessions.
I'll be all alone. I have Aaron and Sasha here. At the "sanctuary" I'll have no one.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of a gunshot, so close my ears were slightly ringing.

Faintly I heard Negan yell. "Shit! What the shit?!"

My ears recovered and I saw a saviour on top of Rosita, and a small pistol not far from her hands.

I then saw that Rosita has shot Lucille. Negan was about to burst a brain cell, as you can imagine.

He had let go of me subconsciously, as he cares more about an object than a "prisoner".

Negan was focused of the situation so he didn't notice Rick walk over to me and shake my shoulders.

"Hey!" I snap out of my thoughts again and look at him. "Are you ok?"

I nod, and he pushes me towards the side of his house and I get the hint.

I realize that Spencer dies before rick shows up but what're ya gonna do