The group of men get back to The Sanctuary, they drive through the gate and park the cars. No words are distributed between Mabel and Negan. They silently walk through the factory until they get to Negan's room.
Mabel heads in first scared to have Negan out of view. She knows he's never hurt her purposely. Well, she hopes she knows that.
I'm the mirror across the room she can see the large cut on her face, the blood as congealed and scabbed over, getting darker in colour.
Negan slams the door behind him and takes off his leather jacket. "What the hell were you think?" Negan asks softly, his mask of being a big bad guy has dropped and now it's the sweet Negan, Mabel is dying to get to know.
"Frankie talked to me.." Mabel says. She sits down on the couch and Negan across the coffee table. "She says I'm just your fuck toy until you get sick of me... Is that true?"
Negan out a loud shout and stomps it foot on the ground, "that good for nothing whore." He curses. Negan inches forward to me and grabs Mabel's hands and holds them.
"I care about you so much, baby." He starts, "you are a wife like no other I've had." He compliments. Mabel wants to believe every word he just said.
"How do I know you're not lying?" Mabel asks. Negan drops her hands and stands up from his spot. He sighs and kicks the couch.
"What the fuck do I need to do to prove myself?!" He curses. He is the most bipolar person Mabel has ever met and she's met some weird people over the years out on the road.
She stands up and confronts him, "Negan, I just need you to tell me the truth!" She begs.
Negan turns to her and looks deep into her eyes. His large hand cups her cheek pulling her closer, "Mabel, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He says softly. He leans in and pushes his lips against Mabel's.
Her stomach does flips inside her and butterflies build at her core. She wants more of him. She wraps her arms around his neck pulling him closer. She moans against Negan's lips.
Negan pulls away and looks softly at the young girl in his arms, "Will you have dinner with me tonight?" He asks gently. You can see in his eyes the strong passion behind them, the love.
"I would like that." She says meekly.
"I'll be back in a couple hours, you sit still for a while, I'll send in Doctor Carson to mend your face as well." Negan demands, he places a quick kiss on Mabel's blood stained lips before walking towards the door. "I'll see you soon, Doll."
Negan leaves the room and Mabel falls backwards onto the couch behind her. Butterflies doing summersaults in her stomach as she tried to calm her breathing. What am I doing? Do I love him?: she thinks to herself.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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The Wife Like No Other
FanfictionA naive, freshly 19 year old girl joins the Sanctuary and is offered by the leader Negan himself to be his wife. She accepts knowing she can't live down there working for points. She's young but Negan is fascinated by her, the way her eyes sparkle...
