The Way We Used To Be [Another Negan fan fic] [completed]

Morning

Ann
"Mmm, Hi there." I turned over to lay my head on Negan's chest. Checking the alarm clock on the nightstand. "11:53?" I read the time and looked up at Negan, who put his book down and pushed his reading glasses up to his forehead.

"What are you doing up late?" I smiled and he looked down at me. "Well, I was waiting till midnight to wake you."

"For?" I raised an eyebrow and moved to lean on my elbow. "For...you'll find out in a few minutes." He shuffled under the sheets and moved to be ontop of me. "Oh, trying to distract me?" I chuckled and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Something like that." He leaned down and kissed me gently, cupping my face with his warm hands and the sensation immediately woke me from my sagging eyelids. "Good idea." I moaned softly as he moved down to my neck, finding just the spot he knew made me weak.

"Fuck." I tangled my fingers in his black strands and hadn't realized he was reaching behind me to grab something. "Merry Christmas, Ann." He leaned up and opened a box to reveal a beautiful necklace. Shining silver with swirls worked into the piece incased around a small compass. "We'll always be together but even when we aren't, I'll always find my way back to you." I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and he leaned down to kiss me as he moved my hair and snapped the necklace in place. I got up from the bed and went to the mirror. "It's beautiful, Negan. I️ love it. I love you." I smiled at him through the mirror as he came up and wrapped his arms around me. "Not as much as I love you." I turned around, pressing my lips to his. "And here I thought the necklace was in reference to how much I like to swallow." I touched the small silver bird that hung from the chain. "It covers many aspects of our relationship." He smirked and I pushed him on the bed, getting on top to finish what he started.

I had thought back to that night, how simple it all used to be. I thought Negan was dead, but this world only killed him in a different way. Tears began to stream down my face. My husband was gone and Negan was not even the shell of the man he used to be. The warm water ran down my body as I stood from the tub and finished washing off. After I had gotten out, I dried off and figured what I could wear.

I hummed, looking at my dirty clothes still scattered on the ground. Instead I went for something in the dresser. Borrowing whatever Negan might have had. It's the least he could, I thought. I didn't want to put them on. They smelt like him. But it was either that or staying in this towel. I think I'll spear myself his commentary on it. Hours had passed since the shower and still no sign of Negan. "Thank god." I muttered under my breath in relief when I heard the locks click and someone walk in. "Here." Dwight placed a tray of food down on the coffee table in front of me before turning around to leave as soon as he came. He wasn't preferred company, but perhaps he would be easier to deal with than being stuck in here.

"I'm not hungry." I lied. I was being stubborn, I knew but knowing where they got their supplies, it felt wrong. "Yes, you are. Don't be difficult and eat." He went for the door but I stopped him.

"Please, let me leave. I'm not trying to escape. I can't take it anymore." He looked at me and shook his head. "Just listen to him. Don't make this harder on yourself." He went to leave again but I grabbed his hand. Hoping he had some ounce of humanity left. "I don't know who that guy is out there, but I do know he doesn't have a right to keep me trapped in here."

He sighed heavily. "You say you don't know that man. You also don't know what he's capable of doing. Now eat while you can." He closed the door and I turned around, feeling hopeless.

'You don't know what he's capable of.' The words Dwight had told me kept replaying in my head. I saw him ready to beat me to death. Deny a pregnant woman care for her and her child...how much cruller can a person get?  I laid there and lost track of time thinking of all that had happened. Thinking of what could happen and what was in store. You don't knows what he's capable of i had drifted off to the thought of Negan and his sadistic games. What have you gotten yourself into?

"And. You. Are. It." Negan swung the bat and I screamed, waking up before it could touch me.
I turned to see Negan fast asleep next to me. Light snores coming from his mouth with an arm wrapped around my waist. I went stiff in his grip, trying  to calm my racing heart. With clammy hands, I released myself from the bed and slid out, only grabbing the pillow as I laid on the hard wooden floor. It was uncomfortable, but I had a better chance on this than in bed with him.

"Ann?." I heard Negan whisper in his sleep and froze, praying he didn't wake up. After a few minutes, he turned over and I could hear him snoring again. "Thank God." I sighed in relief. I didn't know him. I didn't know what he was capable of. I can't try to play into the man he used to be when that's not him. Somehow...I have to get away from him. I closed my eyes once more. "Ann?" I heard Negan call again and I froze when I realized he was awake