FEARLESS ➳ TWD¹ [REWRITE/COMPLETED]

19 ➳ KISS THE RING

"WHERE are you headed today?" Dwight asked, as I passed by him. I stopped and turned towards him. He was propped up beside his bedroom door that was closed, like always.

I shrugged, crossing my arms over my chest. "Um, Negan said something about going to a Kingdom today or something. I have no idea what that means."

He lifted himself off the wall and nearly bumped right into me. "You're gonna meet the King."

"I'm sorry, but did you just say that I am going meet a king?" I stuttered out, blinking a few times in question. I had to act dumb. I knew who the King was just like I knew what the Kingdom was, too. I did not want him to catch on.

"The King is what I said," he repeated, nodding. "Anyways, I'm surprised that you don't know about them yet."

Innocently, I shrugged and claimed, "Nope, no idea. Sorry. Am I supposed to?"

Just like I did with the innocent shrug, he did the same and got right in my face. "I don't know," he whispered, his eyes scanning my body from head-to-toe. "You tell me."

I watched his damning eyes, how they could tell a story without ant words and how they could convince me to do almost anything. He knew how to play me like a violin and how to make me sound like I have been doing this my whole life.

With equal eyes, I squinted them and countered him, "I know just as much as you do, Dwight." We held our gaze for another minute before I turned away. "Anyways, where are you headed today?"

"Your home," he commented and I nearly broke my neck to look back at him.

With wide eyes, I silently asked, "What? My home? What?"

He nodded and replied, "Yeah, Alexandria. You ever miss it?"

"Dwight, please," I began to beg, coming face to face with him. "Let me go with you."

"Go with me?" he eagerly repeated with a chuckle, gesturing towards himself. "No way. That's your home. Plus, Negan and myself both won't allow you to. Sorry, but we have enough people going."

"Who? Who is going?"

"Well, uh," he stuttered, now having to think about it. "Negan, myself, Daryl, and—"

"Daryl? Did you just say DARYL?!"

He nodded and answered, "Yes, I did — but you ain't going, sister. You're going with Alden and Gavin. Forget it."

"Dwight, please—"

"Back off," he warned, pushing me off of him. He shoved his finger in my face as an extra warning. "You're not going and that's the bottom line."

"Dwight, they're my friends and—"

"Not anymore," he cut me off again with a growl to my face. "You're Negan now, remember?" Fuck, I thought to myself as a reminder.

Now that I am officially Negan and all that, I cannot claim that anyone from both Alexandia and Hilltop are my friends. I have to completely pretend that Negan did not single-handily murder my friends right in front of my face. I have to pretend that he did not kill Glenn, my best friend. I have to pretend and I am already so sick of it.