leather - negan x reader

chapter nine - look what you made me do

"glad to see everyone's happy and healthy. i know prick, gregory, and his majesty over there, but who the hell are you, sweetheart?" negan asks cyndie. she glares at him, trying to contain herself.

"shut up, negan. i'm head of the council, so i say shut up, got it?" i say.

"geez, just tryin' to get to know you jackasses," he groans as he sits back on his chair.

"what did she just say?" chibs comes over, placing his finger in negan's face.

"those are some sick scars, dude. super cool," negan smiles.

chibs pulls his arm back to punch him but i stop him, "he's not worth it. i'm not even sure he's worth a seat on the council. but, that's already dealt with. so please, shut the fuck up, negan. i'm doing this for your sake, shut up."

"ugh fine," he groans and slumps back in his seat.

"now, i asked you all here today because gregory, cyndie, and his majesty neglected to tell us about the jackass to my right-," i say before being cut off.

"-that's me, i'm the jackass to her right," negan smiles and i glare at him, "oh sorry, continue."

"as i was saying, they didn't tell us about the saviors and got glenn and abraham killed, in a sense," negan opens his mouth to say something, "can it, shithead. you," i point at gregory, "talk, now."

"i was watching out for my people. i did what i had to," he says simply, crossing his arms and sitting back in the leather chair.

"your people's leaders are right here. you weren't watching out for any of them," i argue.

"you all aren't my people, my people are back at home. i'm only here out of courtesy for all of you," he angrily murmurs.

"you're here because you signed a goddamn treaty saying you would look out for us, and - by personal guarantee - if you didn't come to the meeting i would personally kill you. we are your people, gregory."

"tell me why you didn't say anything," rick mutters. his voice grows louder, "tell me why you didn't warn me, gregory. and tell me why i'm having to sit at a table with my best friends' murderer, cyndie. tell me why, ezekiel. tell me what to say to their widows and their unborn children."

silence overtakes the room. negan tries multiple times to say a smart remark, but chibs takes the gun from phil and aims it at his head.

"i never thought it would get this far, rick," ezekiel said.

"it's not like you told us your plan to clear the damn outpost," cyndie says from her corner. "maybe if i had known i would have told you they were dangerous and that they're the reason my father and brother are dead," she glares at negan. he smiles back at her. god, he was obnoxious.

"i was protecting my people," gregory says, not an ounce of sincerity or sympathy tracing his voice.

"gregory, i swear to god if you say that one more time, i will cut your hand off and shove it so far up your ass, i can reach down your throat and shake it," i threaten.

"she's not kidding. seen it happen before," chibs says. he was lying of course, but we don't need gregory to know that. he visibly gulps and leans back in his seat.

rick has his head in his hands. "it was just one outpost, i didn't think you all needed to know. i just wanted to get them gone, then we'd talk about it. i mean hell, snipe went and became friends with the moron without telling us."

"yes, because if i would have told you that would have made a difference? it wouldn't have. you all would have fought over it just like we are right now. but since i did it by myself, we have a new alliance. an annoying one, but we have an alliance. which means all your people are fed. i don't see why we would complain about that," i defend my decision.