In a world ruled by fear, survival comes with a price.
When her brother's attempt to overthrow the Saviors fails, Tessa finds herself under Negan's watchful eye-protected, controlled, and dangerously close to the man she should hate. As violence, po...
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The door slammed shut behind Negan and Carl, the lock clicking into place like a bullet being chambered. Tessa flinched. Negan's voice bled through the metal, low, mocking, unpredictable. She couldn't make out Carl at all. That scared her more than anything.
She stepped towards the door.
Dwight shifted instantly, blocking her, a sharp, irritated movement.
"Not happening," he murmured
She ignored him, leaning slightly toward the door, listening.
Dwight snapped, "hey. Back off. Seriously."
His tone wasn't protective, It was annoyed. Like she was a problem he didn't want to deal with.
Tessa glared. "He's in there alone."
Dwight scoffed. "Yeah. With Negan. Congratulations, you figured it out."
Behind the door, a small thud, maybe Carl, made her tense. She moves again before she could stop herself. Dwights hand shot out, grabbing her elbow, firm and unfriendly.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he bit out.
Daryl shifted in the corned, chains slicking. His eyes founds her, warning her to stop.
Tessa straightened. "I can't leave him in there alone. He's scared"
Dwight let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Everyone's scared. That's kind of the point here."
She tried to step around him. He moved with her, eyes narrowing, watching her too closely.
"You know," he said slowly, "you're really obvious."
Tessa blinked. "What?"
Dwight stepped closer, jaw tight, irritation radiating off him. "I saw the way you looked at him."
She froze. "I didn't-"
"Don't lie," Dwight cut in. "You think you're hiding something, but you're not. He noticed. Everyone noticed."
Her breath hitched, barely, but Dwight clocked it.
He scoffed, shaking his head.
"You're not special," he said bluntly. "You're not the first woman he's stared down. And trust me, he likes the ones who pretend they don't want him."
Dwights words hit harder than she expected. Not because they were true, they weren't, they couldn't be...but because for one terrifying second she wasn't sure what part of her face had given him that idea.
"Doesn't matter what you want," he muttered. "Matters what he wants."
Behind the door, Negan laughed, loud, delighted, chilling.
Dwight jerked his chin towards it.
"That's him." he said coldly, "figuring out how to use it."
He folded his arms again, done with her.
"So do yourself a favor," he added, "and don't give him anything else to look at."
