Black Sheep - Rick Grimes x Male

Swear

Loud cheering filled the warehouse. Men and women cheering on two sweaty and bloody men who fought in the center of the crowd. Negan stood in between Glenn and Moon, smirking at the sight.

"Get ready. You're next." He told Moon whose eyes went wide. They had gotten back from Alexandria hours ago and it was now night. Daryl stood on the other side of the circle, catching the look on Moon's face but not knowing why he looked so worried.

Moon wasn't scared he would lose, he knew he could fight. But he could hardly stand for long periods without it hurting to breathe. Negan knew this too, he saw it. That only made it all the more interesting.

Negan saw the way he fought for his brother in that clearing. The men who had attacked him were much bigger but Moon never stopped. Moon nor Glenn knew it but this was the punishment. He wouldn't tell them that, it would keep them on their toes and obedient.

"I can do it, he's hurt." Glenn immediately tried to stop it. "Oh, you will, in time. Don't you worry you'll get your turn baby brother." Negan promised, patting Glenn's shoulder with a laugh.

They watched the fight from the very front. There was blood stained on the concrete from previous matches. Moon felt his heart pick up as he watched the men swing mercilessly, having no care for what they hit just as long as they got their hits in.

Moon took the chance to study them, if he was gonna do it, he needed to win. Moon assumed if they fought that sloppy, others might as well. He considered that as he mentally hyped himself up.

How the fights work was simple. Two people fought while the Saviors bet on who they thought would win. The only way to win is if the other passed out or worse. No tapping out, those are the only ways it could end.

If the person you bet on wins you earn a certain amount of points. Of course, to participate there is an entry fee, Negan wouldn't just give out points for free.

Negan specifically picked Moon to fight for him that night. Who he fought would be chosen by Simon. It's not all the time they picked, most of the time it was a random selection. And of course, there's gotta be something in it for whoever wins.

The fighter who wins will earn privileges. There are multiple to pick from. Those privileges are whatever Negan chooses. This was his way of getting the energy high. The fights didn't happen often. Only when Negan grew unnecessarily bored.

Not everyone who lived at the sanctuary attended these fights. Half the people who lived there were just workers that didn't have an option. But there was a chance they could win points, that was enough to make almost everyone attend.

If Moon won, Negan decided he would give the personal items Dwight took from the brothers back. But if he lost, well Negan didn't plan for that, he had faith in the fighter Moon showed he was in the clearing.

One of the men was able to get the other on the ground, he started stomping on the man's head. You could hear the cracking of his skull as it was beaten into the concrete.

Both of the brothers watched in horror, fighting was about survival for them. But these people were getting off on this, they enjoyed it. It made them realize losing wasn't an option.

The man on the ground stopped moving, his blood surrounding him. The other threw his hands up in victory, shouting proudly. Some of the crowd booed, knowing they just lost points. While the rest got even louder, knocking into each other as they celebrated.

Moon resisted the urge to cover his ears at the noise. The dead man was dragged away, a trail of blood oozed from his head. Simon acted as a referee and looked around the crowd, grabbing the winner's wrist.