forgotten roses (negan)

part 08 - hurt

"C'mon, babe! It was only two people!"

I turn my head away from Negan, shifting on the bed I lay on. He sits on the edge of the bed and grips my bare thigh, sighing loudly.

"Lucille, I will make them hurt you. Fuck, I don't want to, but I will. You know damn well not to mess with me," snarls Negan.

"Hurt me all you want," I say, not daring to look straight into his eyes, "you fucking monster!"

He is clearly taken aback as he sits up from off of the bed, "you didn't-"

"Negan," I say sternly, "you know I hate it when you do this. You need to get a fucking grip."

"They killed so many of my men," Negan says, fuming with anger, "they are fucking lucky they got off with only two. Fuck, I wanted to kill all of them."

Negan grabs my face, turning it so that I am staring straight into his eyes, "do you want them to fucking hurt you Lucille? Do you?"

"No," I reply softly, "no. I'm sorry, Negan."

He takes his hand off of my face and hops into bed next to me, "you got off on a warning. Next time I won't be so fucking forgiving."

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Dwight strikes at me again, this time square in the ribs.

"Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me," I hiss through barred teeth.

Dwight just laughs and kicks me in the stomach, sending me to my knees. I can only imagine the bruises that cover my body as I wipe blood that drips from my nose onto my shirt, spitting on Dwight's boots.

He grabs my face and kneels down to my level, "listen, bitch! I don't want to do this but you're just making it hard for me to fucking stop. Just listen for a second, goddammit!"

"Go to hell," I say, "I think I've had quite enough, don't you fucking think?"

"Nah," Dwight replies venomously, "we're only getting started. With a smile, he strikes me again.

Blood drips from my mouth, so I spit it at Dwight, who strikes at me multiple times before stopping to stay, "not a good idea, sweetheart."

I roll my eyes, expecting to be punched again, but to my surprise, Simon is on the floor, restraining Dwight. He grabs an empty beer bottle from the dirty floor and whacks Dwight in the head, knocking him out instantly.

Simon then turns to me and unties my restraints, "sorry, I'm late."

"Better late than never," I say as blood drips from my mouth.

"Blondie, you look bad. Let's get you to the damn infirmary, yeah?"

"Yeah," I say softly, slowly rising to my feet with great pain.

Simon lifts my shirt up to my ribs and thumbs the bruises and cuts gently, "ouch. Tough bitch you are, Luce."

I nod, "I guess."

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//Two weeks later//

Today we're to visit Alexandria, something I've been looking forward to the whole week. Negan and I had made amends, but purple bruises still covered my body in terrific patterns.

I grab my baseball bat, spinning it around in a hands a few times before loading a pistol and placing it back in the holster on my belt. Negan approaches me with Lucille in tow, smirking as he gets nearer.

"Are you ready to scare them shitless?" He asks me, winking as he kisses my hair.

"I am," I reply and look up at him, his eyes dazzling with excitement.

"I think we're fucking ready then!" He grabs my wrist with his gloved hand and leads me to his black car.

He starts the vehicle and tosses me his walkie talkie, "tell everyone to get fucking ready to get some shit. We're taking back our guns."

I press the button, "get your asses in gear, we're taking our fucking guns back!"

"Gotcha, blondie!" Simon answers back on the radio as Negan starts to drive.

I stare outside the window, really taking in how much the world had changed since the outbreak. Everything was beginning to rust, food supply was limited and walkers were everywhere. It was difficult to find a place that wasn't desolated. I saw how the grass grew wild, the vines climbed up every tree and how every building we passed was unkempt and abandoned.

In the middle of our drive to Alexandria, Negan snakes a hand onto my thigh, gripping it softly.

I look coyly towards him from the window, and he continues to drive.

"How many fuckers are in this group?" I ask Negan softly, not daring to keep my eyes off him.

"Not many. You saw what I did to those two," Negan chuckles, gripping my thigh harder as he does so.

"Yeah," I add quietly, "I'm sorry I bitched out on you the other day."

"It's alright, sweetheart. You know I love you,"

My face turns red and I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. Negan pulls up to Alexandria's gate, adding, "stay in the car, I'll come get you."

Buster hears the car door opening and jumps out to follow Negan, heading right to his side. His ears draw back and he scowls, clumsily padding over to Negan.

I watch Negan tap Lucille on the fence, once, twice, three times. He yells something, and the gate opens, allowing him to enter.

He looks back before walking in, give me the cue to come to him.

I jump out of the car and slam the door loudly before adjusting my denim shorts. I sling my bat over my shoulder and begin to walk in Negan's direction.

He is talking directly to who I presume to be the group's leader as I approach him. Buster turns to me and licks my knee and I pat him on the head to greet him.

"Oh, there she is! Rick, meet Lucy. Lucy, this is Rick."

"Who's this?" Asks Rick, who turns to glare at me.

"Oh, just my favorite wife! You better give her some respect or I'll fucking beat your skull to pulp. Moving on," Negan pauses, turning back at the Saviors, "half their shit! Go!"

A vast number of Saviors begin to run to the buildings to take whatever they want, which is causing noticeable worry on Rick's face.

Negan turns to me and smirks before walking away with Rick.

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A/N:

Hello! Sorry for not updating in forever! School has been absolute hell, but in honor of tonight's episode, I thought I would update.

Enjoy!