leather - negan x reader

chapter eighteen - way down we go

tw: brutality, blood, gore, violence, knives, guns, mentions and threats of sexual assault, etc

as i enter my room, i pull my sniper out of its case - it was under my bed. i place the machine gun beside me and carefully open the window above my desk. i only crack it open, i just needed to get the barrel through.

now, who to kill first?

i aim for the one beside the obvious leader. after taking him out, i take out the one on the other side. the leader freaks out, which gives me time to trade my sniper for the machine gun.

i light up the line of twenty people he had behind him, each of them dropping dead. the gun was loud, so loud in fact i didn't hear the men coming up behind me.

one yanks me back by my hair, causing my freshly healed cut to bleed again. i kick my legs up, wrapping them around the man's neck and flipping myself upwards.

my knife glides through his throat, blood flowing out of him as i swing down, i push him onto the other man. then, i move the dead man and grab the other one, "no, please. don't do it please."

little to my knowledge, a third man had appeared. he pushes me off of the other man and i drop my knife. he slams me to the ground. i reach for my knife and manage to sneak it before he picked me up again.

he carries me outside as i try my hardest to hurt him.

nothing is working. 

he drops me on the gravel in front of a man. "here she is, the beautiful leader," he smiles at me. i turn to see the leader.

wes. the leftover calaveras crew. of course that's who it is.

"really, wes? you're such a pussy you had to join another group? you just couldn't survive on your own, could you?" i pester.

his guard punches me as he says, "i want her cut. she took mine, i'll take hers."

"over my cold, dead body, wes," i say as i spit blood from my mouth at him. i reach over quickly, tripping the guard. he hits his head hard, instantly knocking himself out. i hear my people trying to say something, but i can't understand them. i didn't have time to. i grab the guard's gun and aim it at wes, "hey, behind you."

he turns to look and gives me the advantage, i shoot him straight in the head.

the forty men behind mine that are lined up point guns to my people's heads.

ten minutes. that's all i needed, just ten minutes then negan would be here and they would back down.

"put it down," a man yells, "or i will kill this little boy." tears form in my eyes as i watch him yank abel from tara and hold the gun to his head.

i lower the gun to the ground and put my hands above my head. "we only want one thing from you, then we will go," the guy says.

"what?"

"i want you to come with me, darlin'. hector wanted us to have fun with you while your whole club watched, and we're gonna follow through on his last order," he smiles at me.

muffled screams of 'no' and various other things are heard from my people.

"it's okay. i can do this, guys," i say to them.

8 minutes. just 8 minutes.

"fine, just put the baby down. give him to his mother."

"i call the fucking shots here. step closer. start taking your clothes off, now," the man demands.

"i can't do that. not in front of them. not in front of the kids. we can do this privately. please."

the man hands a crying abel back to tara before making his way over to me. "you're gonna do it now and in front of everyone. or i will start killing them one by one," he threatens. he's five inches from my face and also quite stupid.