Up The Wolves | Negan

Chapter Twenty: Sanctuary Tour

"Care to explain what happened in there?" Negan asked, now sitting on the side of my bed that faced the bathroom door. Of course, I didn't really have an answer.

"I fell asleep at a bad time," I shrugged, making my way to the opposite side of the bed as him.

"What about at Alexandria?" He continued to question.

"What do you want me to tell you, Negan? That I have hallucinations?" I asked, not daring to look at him.

"I want you to tell me the truth, Lou," he replied, and I had to hold back a scoff.

"You already know the truth, you're just looking for validation," I growled at him, before shooting a sad, defeated smile in his direction, "I'm fucked up," I continued, raising my arms in a way to gesture to myself, "No matter what I do or how hard I try, I'm never going to be normal again."

"What do you see?" As the words escaped his lips, I heard a whistle come from the bathroom door and turned to see a different, supposedly hallucinatory Negan standing there with a smirk across his face.

"I just see... Things," I answered, afraid to tell him the truth as the fake Negan stepped up to his spot on the bed, mimicking his genuine facial expressions in a forced, exaggerated way.

"I know we haven't been on the best terms-"

"You mean because you killed my friends and locked me and my other friend in a cell? Forgotten," I retorted sardonically, waving my hand over my head as if it were the memories of his horrible actions vanishing. His lips pressed into a thin line before he continued.

"But I hope you know you can talk to me, or doctor Carson, if you need anything," he said, adding the doctor's name like it were a last-minute thought, which it probably was, as he stood from the bed to leave.

"Sounds good. Probably won't happen, but sounds good," I nodded. He let out an exasperated breath before leaving, shutting and locking the bedroom door behind him, "Good riddance," I muttered under my breath once he was out.

"Awe, boo. Now you're stuck with little ole' me," the fake Negan smirked.

"Put a sock in it," with that I made my way to the bed, falling into the cushiony pillows below. Today had been truly exhausting, and I was ready for a nap and maybe a dog food sandwich (kidding).

I ended up falling asleep in the warmth of the bed, wondering how Daryl was doing. I doubted he had a room anywhere as luxurious as this one, and the thought killed me. I missed the way Alexandria was when I first arrived, where nobody had a clue about the horrible things outside and our biggest threat was the walkers in the quarry.

What happened to us?

-

The next couple of days Negan seemed enthralled with me, dragging me around for his every action during the day. There were only a few occasions that he would bring me back to my room or leave me with one of his men--usually Dwight--to do something without me. It was strange, especially compared to how much he tried to keep me out of his business when I was here before. I even witnessed a conversation between him and Simon about a conversation with Gregory at the Hilltop, much to Simon's dismay as he complained about me listening in on private information. He shut up real fast when Negan said it would be fine and to move on.

Waking up to Negan knocking on and then opening my door became routine within the next couple of days, so much so that on the third day I was already up and dressed, sitting on the edge of my bed and waiting for him to show up. At the sight of me, he gave me a toothy grin. I wasn't growing closer to him, but I think my performance the other day still had him fooled as I hadn't been complaining about being around him (though I definitely hated it).