I took a deep breath before pushing the door open, stepping in quietly so not to startle Negan's guest as I closed the door behind me, flicking on the light. There, in the middle of the dim room, sat a man with his head down. Upon further inspection I found his hands and feet were tied together, and his shirt soaked in blood.
I cleared my throat softly in hopes to get his attention, and when that failed I inched closer, reaching my hand out to tap his shoulder. I let out a yelp as his head shot up, his blue eyes meeting my own emerald orbs. I felt my cheeks burn as a blush crept up my neck while we stared in silence, finding myself too nervous to talk.
"What...what's your name?" I asked softly, voice barely above a whisper. He stared at me with narrowed eyes, and I began to feel even more flustered. "I'm Ruthie. Negan told me to keep you company," I stated quickly, unsure of what else to say, and he scoffed in response.
I frowned biting my lip as I looked to the floor, thinking of another strategy. But before I could think of something he spoke up, "You his bitch or somethin'?" he asked gruffly, and I gasped in surprise, eyes wide. Sure, he wasn't completely wrong, but I was different than the others....or so Negan said.
"I, umm, I guess so...." I replied softly, holding his gaze as I struggled to find something else to say. I looked to his shoulder, finding the source of the blood. "You're hurt. Let me patch you up?" I offered, hoping this would spark a conversation, but he shook his head slowly. "Nah, I don't need your help." he mumbled lightly, and I couldn't hide the hurt in my eyes as I stood up, turning to face the door. "I'll be back later with food." I promised in a soft voice before leaving.
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His Little Secret
FanfictionAfter the confrontation between Negan and Rick's group, the new threat decides killing one of them isn't enough, and takes Daryl Dixon with him. What happens when Daryl meets Ruthie, who, despite Negan's claim on her, finds our favorite redneck inte...
