Where Your Loyalties Lie: Book One

Guns, Guns, and more Guns

Overview: The morning after Negan spends the night at your house in Alexandria, you are reintroduced to his true state...

After what seemed like the best sleep you ever had, you finally woke up. As you checked the clock, it read quarter to eight.

You sighed and sat up, rubbing your tired eyes. You were a bit confused to find yourself on your bed but then you remembered what happened; you quickly crawled across to the base of your bed but found that Negan was not there. Seeing the empty spot on the floor made you pout and you did a double take at yourself because of it.

As you were getting dressed, you tried to listen for any sounds coming from inside the house but nothing came. It was dead quiet. You figured Negan must have been up at the break of dawn or something to make sure his men were doing what he had ordered.

It was only until you made your way down to the kitchen that you caught sight of a bottle of water and an apple on the countertop. As you walked over to it, curiously, you could see a note that was beside them. Picking it up, it read:
Hope I didn't wake you. Come find me when Prick is back.

It annoyed you that Negan had a pet name for Rick. He was your leader and a good one, at that. Hearing him slandered made you hate Negan all over again, even if the man did give you back your bed.

You had already eaten half of the apple when you stepped out onto your porch, surveying Alexandria. There were Saviours all over the place, cracking crude jokes, ordering people around, and every one of them had their weapons armed. It was almost like a boot camp, except way worse.

You sat down on the porch stairs and you could see Rosita near the main gate trying not to argue with Dwight. There was something about the way Rosita held herself that made you proud of her; she'd been through so much already that she still kept her cool around the Saviours.

Suddenly, you could hear Negan's voice carrying across the air. He was shouting at one of his Saviours, by the sound of it. You stood up and made your way over to the front of the armoury and you could see Negan; he was furious. It seemed like one of his people had shoved Olivia, because there were some missing guns.

Shit. If there were guns missing, Negan would definitely do something about it and you knew exactly what. Quickly walking over to where he was, Negan caught sight of you and smiled, widely. "Well, lookey here! Good morning, sleepy head!"

You tried to ignore him, because you saw that Olivia was crying her eyes out. As you put your hand on her shoulder, you asked her what was wrong but she could hardly speak, because she was so terrified. Angry, you turned to Negan, who was proudly holding Lucille over his shoulder.

"What the hell is going on?", you said, as politely as you could. He didn't do much, except look at you, similar to how he looked at everyone that they swore at him. However, you could tell that his look towards you was milder.

"Well, darling," he began. "It looks like you people are short three guns." His words hit you in the chest like a canon ball. You knew that he would blame Olivia for it.

"What do you mean?", you asked.

Negan pointed to the back of the truck with Lucille where his men were putting every, single one of your guns onto make-shift shelves. "You see, we've agreed that all of you guns now belong to me..." he paused. "But Olivia here doesn't know where three of your guns are, which is a big no-no."

"How do you know they're missing?" You said, quickly. You wanted to help Olivia if it meant saving her life. "Have you checked properly?"

To your irritation, Negan raised his eyebrows at you. "You really think my men didn't search this place thoroughly?" His tone was serious this time, but at the same time, you could sense his sarcasm. "My men would be in deep fucking shit if they didn't do exactly as I asked, and I asked them to take all of your guns."