Prized Possession {Negan}

Chapter 23: His Prize Possession

“What the fuck does he want now?” You snap, equally as annoyed as Negan looks. You hadn't seen him since he did that, and you didn't particularly want to see him ever again after it. You thought it had been long enough that he had given up on you, so why the fuck was he crashing a perfectly good revenge kill party to talk to Negan about you?

“You better not have anything to do with this, doll.” Negan warned you. You shot him a disgusted look. Disgusted that you would want back at Alexandria, but more disgusted that Negan was doubting you.

“Seriously?” you snap at him. A small smirk danced over Negan's lips.

“I'm winding you up,” he winked. You roll your eyes behind his back as you follow him out to the lot where all the commotion seemed to be coming from. The gunshots had stopped now, seemingly because Rick had got his message across. You both stepped out onto the concrete platform.

“Well Prick, your timing is fuckin' impeccable as usual.” Negan shouts across the lot to where you assumed Rick and the others were hiding behind metal fence panels. “My girl and I were about to have the time of our fuckin' lives...” Negan reached for you and pulled you into him. “I don't know if you heard, but she's my only wife now. I just can't get e-fuckin'-nough of that pussy,” you would be embarrassed by his words if you weren't revelling in the image of Rick's jealous face. Negan leaned down and kissed you hard. You knew exactly what he was playing at. What he always played at when he was with you around Rick, but this time you were playing along.

“You've had her long enough, it's time she came home.” You heard Rick's voice shout out at you. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” You shout back in disbelief. “You're several months too late!”

“Alright, here's what we're going to do...Rick come out here like a real fuckin' man...” Negan demanded. Rick soon showed his face as he walked slowly in front of his hiding post with his hands up to show he didn't have a gun. You tried not to grimace at the memory of the last time you saw him and crossed your arms over your chest like a moody teenager instead. “Well my girl's got a brain of her own, let's let her make her own decision...” Negan turned and smiled at you. You noticed Rick stifle a laugh to himself, and apparently so did Negan. “What's so funny, Prick? Don't think I'll let her go? You know I told her ages ago to go back to you, but she refused. I swear to fuckin' god, if that's what she wants, she can leave with you right now. I am a man of my word, Rick, have you ever known me to go against it?” You knew Rick couldn't disagree. Think what you wanted of Negan, he was many terrible things but he always kept his word. “So, darlin', what will it be?” he asks you. You turn to Rick and glare at him.

“Do you really think I'd go back to Alexandria with you? After all this time? After what you did to me last time I was there? I'm not a prisoner here, Rick...”

“Hold the fuck up...”Negan interrupted, raising his hand. “After he did what last time?” he turned to you. You swallowed hard. You'd completely forgotten that you never told Negan about Rick's little power trip in the weapon cupboard last time you scouted Alexandria. You'd made up some clever excuse about not wanting to go there again, that Negan bought and it was left there. You look down at your feet.

“Nothing, baby.” You murmured, knowing sweet talking your way out of it wasn't going to work. Negan was about to push and hard until you told him the truth.

“What are you protecting him for?” Negan asked you suspiciously.

“Let's talk about this privately...” you suggested, very aware of your large company. “Please.” You added. Negan half lidded his eyes and scanned the lot.