Breathe || negan

• ch 7 •

Audrey's POV

I woke up in a strange bedroom with concert walls. I quickly sit up in bed and look around.

As I breathe a sigh of relief, I remember that I live at the sanctuary now.

Then come back the memories from last evening.

"Mother dick," I mutter and run my hands through my short hair.

I can't believe I had a panic attack in-front of Negan.

He probably thinks I'm weak now. And I had such a badass rep with him.

Wait. Why do I care what Negan thinks? I think to myself as I get out of bed.

I assume it's just anxiety, as I worry what other people think a lot.

I walk over to my dresser and take out a dark green cropped tee shirt and brown cargo pants.

Once I'm dressed, I'm unsure of what to do.

The clock on my nightstand says 7:34am.

I don't know if there's like communal breakfasts or anything or what the fuck I'm supposed to do.

I get anxious and start pacing in front of my bed.

About ten minutes later, there's a knock at the door.

I open it and Negan is standing there, leaning against the doorframe, looking at me.

"Mornin, sweetheart," he says and stands up, walking into my room.

"No please, come in," I say sarcastically and shut the door.

He spins his feet so he's facing me again, standing at the foot of my bed.

"So today I'll show you how things run and shit, basically what you're gonna do," Negan explains.

I nod. "O-okay,"

He clears his throat and heads towards the door. "Let's get a move on then,"

"Wait a sec, forgot my meds," I say slightly quiet and walk to the kitchenette.

I open the cupboard up and take one of my anti anxiety meds and one of the flashback meds Denise gave me, out.

I get a bottle of water out of the mini fridge and take them.

When I turn back around, Negan is looking at me strangely.

"Anxiety, flashbacks," I scoff, letting him know I'm not an addict or anything. "Not that it's any of your buisness," I mutter and walk past him and out the door.

~Time skip about an hour and a half~

"And I think we've covered everything,"  Negan finally says, rubbing his gloved hands together.

"Great," I say dryly. All day I've felt drained and just so tired.

We're standing at the top of a balcony, out looking the market type floor.

Negan sighs. "I'll get Laura to take you back to your room unless you've memorized how to get there,"

"I can do it myself," I say and start walking down the stairs.

Eventually I reach my room and find Laura standing by my door holding a bottle of whiskey.

"Hey..." I greet her slowly, eyeing the bottle in her hands.

"Hey, I won this from Dwight at poker the other day and wondered if you wanted some? Just to make you feel more welcome?" She shrugged and half smiled at me.

I internally sighed and nodded, letting her into my room.

The next thing I remember is waking up in my bed... naked.

I turn over and squinted as a realize theres someone laying next to me.

I immediately recognize the neck tattoo.

I know it's short as fuck but whoo hoo plot twist am I right?