leather - negan x reader

chapter forty-two - you found me

tw: torture, rape threats (no rape), sexual assault, gore, blood, violence, etc

meanwhile in alexandria...

"i don't care rick! my little sister is being tortured by that sick fuck! if i have to go alone i'm fucking going. i waited a week for you to come up with something," jax spews as he paces back a forth.

"i have a plan, jax. i know you want her back. we do too. but daryl just came from up there, they've got bombs surrounding the place. rosita and daryl are going to dismantle them tomorrow night, then we're sneaking in."

"and what if she doesn't make it 'til tomorrow night," gemma yells. "my baby is in there. i am not scared of a little t.n.t"

"if you go now there will be a massacre on our hands. we can't lose any more people," rick argues.

"gem, it's the best plan. i know you want her back, we all do, but we can't get in without getting blown to bits," tig chimes in.

"exactly," rick replies.

"fine, what time?" jax asks.

back to y/n's pov

water in my face wakes me up. "rise and shine, princess. you slept a whole damn night and day, now it's fucking show time," gregory pauses, "oops forgot you can't speak," he smirks.

"back to it," he smiles, knife in hand. my shirt is ripped to shreds, i'm left in my jacket. "my, my, my, look at these bruises!" he harshly presses into one of them, loving the groans i barely get out. "and these," he cups my breasts through my bra, "i see why negan was so interested. though i doubt he would be now, you're lookin' pretty rough. oh wait, he already doesn't want you," he cracks himself up. i'd kick him in the balls if my legs weren't chained too. "mark, get this jacket off, i wanna get her blood all over that pathetic reaper."

the guy huffs but unchains one arm then the other, removing the jacket. i couldn't even fight him. once i'm chained again, gregory sliced across my stomach, not deep enough to kill me, but enough to make blood spill. it drips onto my jacket. he cuts again and again, but it was nothing compared to everything else he'd done to me.

"get out, we're gonna need to be alone for this next part," his evil eyes boring into mine. i knew what was coming.

there's a thump outside, then another, both vaguely similar to a body dropping. "mark, what was that?" gregory yells. when he gets no answer he turns, going to the door to open it. negan stands there, his eyes meet mine, but he cuts them back to gregory. "i was in the middle of something," gregory groans.

"were you about to rape her? don't you lie either," negan states.

"so what if i was? she ain't yours no more, she's mine,"gregory answers.

"she's not property. i think you've fucked her up enough," negan says, slamming gregory's head into the door. gregory slumps to the floor. immediately following that, rick, his crew, my crew, and negan's file in, clearing out the place.

"where is she?' jax yells.

"she's here," negan answers, his foot on top of gregory.

"jesus christ," jax says as he pushes past negan. "are you okay? y/n?"

i can't answer him, i can barely stand. my vision is already blurry.

"okay, okay. i need bolt cutters!"

chibs runs in with them. "jesus, mary and joseph," chibs exclaims. "i'm gonna kill that bloody bastard."

"we're clear," rick answers as he comes by.

"how about we don't have a show and everyone back the fuck up," negan says.

"chibs catch her," jax says as he snips the chains on my feet, then the ones around my arms. jax takes his cut off, then shirt, before pulling it over me. "there are enough sickos out there, i'm not letting them see you like this." he grabs both our cuts before taking me from chibs, carrying me bridal style out of the rundown meat factory.

negan drags gregory out, "you are so dead you piece of shit," is the last thing i hear before i pass out. i'm not out for long, i wake up as jax carries me into alexandria. i hear my mother yell, "my baby," as we pass. i'm placed on a table, my shirt cut off by tara. 

"everyone out except for gemma. she's been humiliated enough," tara says. i turn my head in time to see negan at the door before he's pulled back by rick. 

my head is turned back and a light shone in my eyes. "y/n? can you hear me? blink twice if you can." i do as she says. "we don't have anything to knock you out, i'm gonna have to stitch you up while you're still awake. gem, go get jax, chibs, and tig. i'm gonna need her to be held still."

it all happened so fast, i could hardly get out a groan as she stitched me up, my movements were easy to block. 

after about an hour, everyone lets go. no one besides tara has spoken. they all seem too stunned to say anything. tara cleans the blood off of me as much as she could, then pulls the blanket up. "try to sleep. that's all we can do for now," she smiles at me, tears welling in her eyes before she leaves. 

my mother grabs my hand, "i'm so sorry, baby," she says. "i'll kill that man. he will never hurt you again. i promise. now get some rest," she stands, kissing my head before leaving. surprisingly, it was easy to fall asleep.

i'm awoken by pain, my adrenaline has finally worn off and i can hardly breathe it hurts so bad. "y/n? baby, what's wrong?" negan asks. "i'm getting tara," he says before running out. 

tara runs in. "here, it's the last painkiller. hopefully, they can get some more," tara says as she gives me a pill.

negan was here. despite it all, he was here.