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

No

Negan
"Ann!" I screamed louder but she drifted further and further apart. I couldn't see her anymore. No matter how fast I fought the crowd, they were too strong. She was gone.

"Ann?" I shot straight up from my nightmare and looked around to an empty bed. I felt a small panic surge through my body as i searched around to an empty room. I quickly got up from the bed and walked around, making it to the other side. "Ann?" She had decided the fucking floor was better suited for sleep than in bed with me. "Hey." She caught sight of my figure and stood. "Why were you on the floor?"

Ann
"I felt more comfortable. I lied. But it was late and I didn't have the energy to argue with him my reasons.
"I'm not buying that bullshit for a second." He walked over to the bedside and turned on the light. I stood from my makeshift bed to stand before him. "Did you think I was going to try something?" He walked closer towards me and I stepped back. Bumping into the bedside table. "No."

"Why don't you come back to bed, then?" He titled his head and went to cup my cheek but I moved away. "I'm fine. Honestly. Just go back to sleep." He stepped back for a moment before he grabbed my face and crashed his dry lips into mine. The sudden kiss made me jerk my head back and slam into the lamp, knocking it down.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I wiped my mouth again and he laughed. "Kissing my beautiful, wife. It's been far too long." I scoffed and spat at the ground. "I'm not your wife anymore. Next time you do that, be prepared for a kick to the balls." I huffed and pushed past him, walking into the bathroom and climbed into the tub. Negan turning on his heel to follow me.

"Last time I checked, we were still married before this shit show started. I don't remember signing any divorce papers since then." He smiled and leaned against the door frame. "No, but we are married in name only. You aren't my husband anymore. So stop acting like it." I looked away and tried getting comfortable despite the cramped space.

"You're really gonna sleep in that tub instead of in bed with me?" He raised an eyebrow. "Yes. Now please get out so I can sleep." I turned my head and laid on my side, hoping he'd leave. "Fine, you're only making it hard on yourself." He turned around, slamming the door.

"Wakey, Wakey, sugar flakey." Negan cheerfully sang as he turned the faucet on and the sudden feeling of cold water made me jump from surprise.
"Morning." he smiled and I glared up toward him, standing up. "I'm not even going to give you the satisfaction of a reaction." I got out and went to the dresser for a pair of dry clothes. "Oh, come on, baby, not like the first time I've gotten you wet." I ignored the comment, doing my best to handle with caution. "Good idea getting dressed. We are going out today."

"Is it foolish to ask if I'm going home?" I pulled the now drenched pair of boxers down, tossing it to the side. "Yes." He quickly shut down my hopes and walked over to me. "I've got some business to attend to and you are coming with. God knows I leave you in here any longer you'll just keep bitching." He grabbed a shirt from out of the dresser and threw it towards me.

"Would you rather me only have the courage to bitch behind your back like the rest?" His grin only grew and he whirled to grab his jacket.

"Here," he threw his red scarf towards me. "Put it on."

"I'm not putting this on." I placed it on the bed, sitting down and crossing my legs. "Either that or you could have another quiet day in this room." He titled his head looking at me. "Then again it is a beautiful color." I sarcastically remarked before placing the scarf over my sight. "Let me." Negan smiled as he went behind me and tied the scarf around my head. "Red was always your color." He whispered in my ear and led me by the shoulders out of the room.

It didn't take us long and he helped me in. I was going to take a quick peek to see my surroundings but Negan had already hauled himself inside. "You don't know what he's capable of " I couldn't rock the boat this soon. "Don't forget to buckle up." I felt around until I found the martial and pulled it across me, clinking it in place. "Where are we going?" I finally decided to talk and hoped for an answer. "Somewhere. You'll find out soon." He put a hand on my knee and I moved away. "Nice try."

"Don't be afraid of it, Ann. You know you still have feelings for me." I could hear the smile graze his face and I shook my head. "Just drive, Negan."

"Yes, my queen." He chuckled. I could only sit there and listen to the low rumble of the engine and the sound of his occasional whistling.

Wr arrived or at least I assumed since the vehicle had stopped and Negan was helping me out. "Welcome to Hilltop." He lifted the fabric from my eyes and I saw the gates to the small community in front of us. Shit I knew Maggie would be here. She was already in bad shape and I didn't need her getting upset by the sight of Negan or his gang of wanna be thugs.

"Take anything you like. Maybe a tight little dress." He winked at me with a playful grin but how was I going to get away from him and to Maggie?