The Queen For A King (Negan x Reader)

Chapter 1: The Only One

- Rick want's to protect his daughter, but there is only so much he can do. What Negan wants, Negan gets. -

"Oh, fuck." You grumble, as your tired eyes try to focus on the alarm clock on your nightstand. Groaning, you quickly crawl out of your bed. It's already late in the morning and you were scheduled for a few hours of guardshift on the wall, you're way too late. Within moments you get ready for the day, jumping around the room, trying to get into your pants while simultaneously brushing your teeth.

You need to hurry, the Saviors are most likely already in town and you really need to talk to Negan before something happens. He still has no idea Alexandria knows about you two and that you know about his wives. You stop involuntarily at the thought. It still hurts to think about it.

You weren't so naive to believe there wasn't someone waiting for him in his own community. He's a handsome man with a lot of power, he just had to be with someone at home. But with five other women? That really hurts like hell, but you have to ignore that ugly feeling that's tightening your chest for now. You take a quick glance into the mirror, adjusting your hair and once you feel presentable, you head downstairs.

Rick is sitting at the kitchen table, checking what seems to be today's inventory of the pantry. You've got half a mind, to just run past him without a word, but decide to quickly greet him with a rushed, "Morning," before dashing to the front door.

Rick's head snaps up and he calls after you, "Hey, where are you going?"

While hopping into your boots, you answer, "Late for my shift!"

"Uh-uh" Rick's shaking his head. "Back in here."

With quick fingers you secure your knife belt around your waist and turn around towards the kitchen. You're looking at your father expectantly, waiting for him to talk.

"No shifts for you today." He states, folding his arms on the table. "You'll stay in the house 'till they're gone."

"Did you turn off the alarm?" You ask, but your father doesn't answer. Annoyed, you roll your eyes. "Dad-"

"No!" He shuts your protest down immediately. "I want you out of their reach."

Now it's your time to fold your arms. "With theirs you mean his and if you really wanted that, you would have sent me out to another pointless run already."

Rick narrows his eyes at you. "You stay here, end of discussion."

Or so he wished.

You mirror his stern expression before starting to argue, "First of all, I am an adult and I'll be damned if I let you ground me in my mid-twenties. Secondly, you can't hide me forever, Dad. Why won't you just let me talk to him?"

Rick stands up from the table, picking up his hatchet from the counter. "Because you two have nothing to talk about." He insists while securing his weapon to his belt.

You're about to reply to that, but in the end decide to save your breath. Negan will come see you, regardless, like he always has. And if he doesn't, you will seek him out yourself. You two really need to talk about all of this.

"Where is your brother?" Rick suddenly asks you.

"Haven't seen him, literally just rolled out of bed." You lean against the door frame of the kitchen. "If he's not in his room, I'd guess he's strolling through town."

Rick's shaking his head. "I want you and him here at home during the pickup."

You suppress the urge to roll your eyes at him again. "Carl's old enough. He doesn't need a babysitter."