Twisted tale of Negan

what we are.

Negan sits on the couch next to me and begins "we are a group of survivors.. Who, don't take kindly to other survivors."

"And what do you mean 'dont take kindly to other survivors '?"

He looks down "we have done somethings. Somethings I'm sure as hell ain't proud of. But they had to be done." he stated.

All i can do is nod, considering i know he is probably talking about murdering innocent people.

"So you dont even give people a chance? Were you gonna kill me that night when you found me?" i ask in shock.

Negan looks up "no.. Not the first thing, first. My men were gonna..." his words drifted off. I knew what he meant. So i just left it how it was. "So after that you were gonna kill me?"

"We don't kill females right away. They have use in them." he stands up and walks to a r.v window. "See? Come here"

I quickly stand and walk over to him, we both look outside and there was about three females walking around camp.

"That there is Macy, Patricia, and Kat."

I examine the girls for myself, they look okay. Well as okay as you can get in a zombie apocalypse.

"They proved themselves worthy. Men decided, we wanted their forces with us. I heard kat used to be in the army, so we definitely wanted her addition... Lets see.. Macy, well. She is just a lost soul you could say.. And Patricia? She's a sweet heart."

He shut the blinds and we both walked back to the couch.

"So you see.. We aren't terrible people, we just like to protect our own." he folded his arms over his chest and looked up at me. "So are you in?"

"Do i have a choice?" i ask in disbelief.

"Hah. Not really, no." he spoke.
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After our conversation Negan insisted i would go around and see what everyone needs for a supply run we are planning on doing. I was handed a piece of paper, and a very dull pencil, and before he let me go he handed me a knife, just in case.

I headed out of the r.v and i felt everyone's eyes on me. I decided to talk to the females first. I mean, c'mon. We would be able to relate better? Oh boy was i wrong.

I decided to walk up to Patrica, since he said she was a sweet heart. I walked over and she was sharpening her knife. I didn't feel intimidated at all.

"Hi, do you have anything you would like for the supply run?" i ask.

She looks at me and rolls her eyes "yeah, whats it to you?"

I really wasn't expecting that.

"Negan has told me to gather up what everyone needs on a list.." i try to explain myself

"Oh so what? You're his new whore and errand boy? I was in your spot and let me tell you.. He will kick you to the curb literally."

Okay. I've had it.

"Pardon?" i ask to give her one last chance to stop running that pretty little mouth of hers.

"Did i stutter? You're his new little toy, and his errand boy."

"Okay, look bitch. I don't know why the fuck you have a attitude with me. But you can drop it, do you want shit from the supply run or not?"

i place my hands on my hips and look down at her.

She stops sharpening the knife and stands up.

"Nah. I wanna talk to Negan, he definitely downgraded." she laughed and pushed me aside.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her back to face me, before i realized what i did it was already too late, because now her and i were rolling around in the dirt fighting.

The men didn't do anything, they were just watching and egging us on to continue.

She got a couple good hits in.. But ah i had more. And before i knew it, she was sitting there with a busted nose and a black eye. I was on top of her just pounding her face in when i felt arms wrapped around my torso and i was brought up and dragged away. I didn't fight it, i looked up to see Negan dragging me away and into the r.v i went.

Negan sat me down on the floor "what the hell was that?"

"She called me your whore. Basically, as if you're using me. And that you were with her?!" i raised my voice. Its something i never dared to do before.

His eyebrows furrowed and he looked down at me

"You believe her?"

"Negan, right now I'm not sure what to think." i wipe the blood that was coming from my forehead.
He kneeled down and patted a cloth on my wound..

His eyes met mine, and i couldn't help but laugh

He nervously chuckled "what is it, you weirdo?"

"I never in a million years thought you.." i decided to stop talking.

He nodded, he understood what I was saying.

The blood stopped dripping, and Negan stands up and offered a hand for me to stand up straight.
I take it and he guides me to the back of the r.v, and lays me down.

Here i am laying here, and Negan leans down and looks me in the eyes

"Get some rest, you old fart" he joked. He pulled the blankets up over my body and started to tuck me

I laughed "you're way older then me!" i exclaim.

"Well quit acting like you're old." he leaned down and kissed my cheek "goodnight baby"

He left the room and i sat thinking and thinking about Negan, until i drifted off inti a much needed sleep.