The CROWN ☁︎ Negan

PART 1

Author's Note: I'm sure you know THE SCENE by heart and there is no need to go over it in detail again, rubbing salt in our wounds. I'll try to spare us as much as possible and use only necessary parts for the story. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Rick's group and losing such a vital part of it broke my heart, but if Negan makes you feel all kinds of wrong stuff and thaaangs, this story may be for you. Let's do this...

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NEGAN's entrance into Rick's life was a sight to see. Rick's group kneeling in the dirt while Negan's delivering a performance of his life. After this, there will be no doubt left who's in charge. Every non-believer needed to be proven otherwise. And Negan put a lot of effort into convincing every single one of them.

"This," Negan swung his barb-wired baseball bat dangerously close to Rick's face, "this is Lucille, and she is awesome!" He leaned down, but everybody noticed the scepter in his hands. He straightened his back again and paced the line at his feet. His steps and his voice were the only things that were breaking the deadly silence. "All this, all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor." He reminded not for the first nor the last time that night that somebody was getting in contact with Lucille.

The theater went on and the Saviors watched their leader take care of the situation. Unaware that they had special guest watching the show that night, Negan carried on with the ceremony that would find its scapegoat at the end.

Some of those being disciplined were quick to recognize it was easier to bow down their heads to the new king, some were not so open minded when it came to threatening their loved ones.

"Don't any of you do that again," Negan reacted to Glenn disobeying his orders. "Don't any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions."

"Sucks, don't it?" He spoke to Rick. "The moment you realize you don't know shit." And then he went on with tempting Rick's limits. "This is definitely your kid!" He laughed.

"Just stop this!" Rick shouted.

"Hey!" Lucille pointed at him. "Do not make me kill the future serial killer. Don't make it easy on me. I gotta pick somebody." He explained with compassion like he had no other choice.

"ME! PICK ME!" Female screaming broke Negan's disciplined playground. "TAKE ME INSTEAD OF THEM!"

Everybody turned their heads localizing the heart-wrenching sound. Two of Negan's men were carrying, or more dragging, the struggling young woman to him, shoving her down to the ground. She cushioned her fall with her hands, her feet ended up uncomfortable folded under her, when she pushed herself into sitting position. She dusted off her hands suddenly realizing everybody was watching her, speechless. Even Negan ended up at loss of words. Her eyes went quickly over people at her sight level.

"What?" She laughed. "That's what I'm supposed to say, right?" She looked up to Negan. That 'right' was for him to approve but he was too busy by the sight only few feet from him.

"And who are you?" He muttered to himself and then he snapped out of a daydream. He spoke to his men. "So you've got me a nymph? Is she one of them?"

"We don't think so, Sir," Simon spoke up, already informed about everything. "We found her unarmed, eavesdropping in the shadows." And eavesdropping she was. She heard every word Negan had to say to those kneeling people. And she, by all means, had some strong opinions about that as well.

"Excuse my damn people that they don't know how to treat a lady," he made few quick steps to her, ignoring other ladies kneeling at his feet, and held out his hand in a glove for her to take. She did exactly that and he helped her to her feet, immediately meeting her eyes. He was eager to see her up close since he could hardly believe his own two eyes. The image in front of him seemed more like an illusion and when he called her that mythological creature just a while ago, he was not that far from the truth.

He was not quite sure how they spotted her in the woods either, she camouflaged herself into the forest perfectly. Her clothes had earthly colors, and even though she wore pants, she managed to wear some kind of torn dress over them also. Her skin was covered in what most probably used to be mud. Her dark hair were put up into a messy bun but what amused him the most were the flowers intertwined in her hair. She was wearing a flower crown like some kind of forest goddess. The girl in front of him did not exactly look like she was in the middle of the apocalypse. She materialized like a myth, made from clay, moss and flowers. Walkers couldn't notice her even if they wanted to, everything they saw on her was utilitarian, yet artsy.

Negan couldn't wait to talk to her. He only wished she would let her mind run wild. He wanted to hear what he saw.

"Look at that! Wearing a damn crown!"

"The world is gone. There is nothing you can't have or nothing you can't take." A grin flashed through her face.

"Damn, that's the attitude! Did you hear it everybody? She's got it just right!" At that moment, he realized he's got business to take care of and his face went a little bit more serious when he pointed to the people waiting on their knees. "I don't know how much you've heard, but..."

"I've heard just enough," she nodded.

"So you know they've killed shitload of my people on several occasions."

"That does not seem cool." Her face looking mockingly pitiful.

"Thank you!" He almost shouted, beyond himself he found someone who got his point. Then he spoke in a normal tone. "So you know that everybody's at the table waiting for me to order. I simply cannot decide."

"I wouldn't think too much about it," she shrugged.

He nodded. He liked what he heard. "I got an idea," he chuckled and made his way to them."Eeeny, meeny, miny, moe..."