Up The Wolves | Negan

Chapter Six: By Daybreak We'll Be Gone

(A/N: Going to start updating on Mondays and Fridays but I've been out of TWD kick so gotta get back into that. Anyway, Enjoy!!)

Before the night was even over, Daryl and I were called to action when the man they'd apparently brought into town with them escaped the cell they'd been keeping him in. The guy, according to Daryl, called himself Jesus, which was... Kind of gross in my opinion. We found this guy with Abraham, Glenn, Maggie, and Denise in Rick's house, a gun pointing at his head from Carls hand, and a half-naked Rick and Michonne coming out of the bedroom.

They decided to question him the next morning, and while they did, I couldn't help the one question I wanted to get off my chest.

"Do you know Negan?" I asked, stepping forward to the table everyone was surrounded around, him at the end of it. He sort of froze as he looked over at me, which gave me my answer.

"I know of him. Never had the... Pleasure to meet him myself," he answered.

"Do you work for him?" I asked, gaining glances from everyone around, especially Rick. He stared at me a moment longer before letting out a soft, almost pained laugh.

"Well... Doesn't everyone he comes across?" he asked.

"Say we do go with you back to your community, work up some sort of deal, something we could both benefit from... Is it going to get back to him?" I asked. Jesus started to smile and instantly shook his head nonchalantly.

"I can assure you it won't," he said and I backed up, allowing the group to conclude their questioning of the man. By the end of it, we'd come to the conclusion that a group would go and take Jesus to his community, and there they were to strike a sort of bartering deal to help both communities. I was nervous, but whatever Rick thought was best, I would accept.

"I'm sorry we haven't been able to talk yet," Rick said, taking a break from helping the others pack up the RV.

"Well, you guys brought me what I asked for so I'm staying until we do," I shrugged.

"That's good," he nodded with a pressed smile, but I could tell there was something else he wanted to ask about, "Look, about this Negan-"

"There it is," I smiled, proving myself right.

"I just need to know what you know about him," he said. Well, what did I know? He was a sadistic asshole, we were still technically married even though we had never been officially married (not that that matters at the end of the world), and he would kill everyone here if he knew about them.

"I can tell you this, Rick. Whatever war you may want to start with Negan—With The Saviors, you may win, but you're gonna lose a lot of this," I gestured to Alexandria as a whole, "A lot of them," I gestured to the people still packing the RV around us, "And a lot of yourself to get there. There's a reason I ran away instead of ending it myself," I said, though some days I wished I had just had the courage to go through with it those days and nights I had knives and guns pressed to Negan's face...

"Well," he started, "Then let's just hope it won't come to that," he said, nodding at me before making his way back to work.

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"It's all right, honey. I'm here," his voice soothed, rocking me slowly on the floor as sobs echoed through my body straight to the core. The soft tone of him shushing my cries while I held tight on his old leather jacket, it haunted me and yet I hadn't felt so cared for since.

"They're all dead," I cried into his chest.

"And who's fault is that?" I heard him. I pulled away just enough to look up at his face, blood spattered on his cheek with that ever-so-familiar smile.