There are no boundaries any longer.
Lost in a forest trailer park and abandoned by her group in an old broken down trailer nearby a ton of walkers. Nova cannot go back due to the events that transpired between her and her group and an ex-lover of he...
He'd be beaten up bad and looked terrible, I would start to feel distraught seeing him that way. He looked terrible.
Two men including a younger looking man close to his age with a face that appeared to be burnt, as part of his face was deformed on the left side of his face.
I would look on as the dragged him in, they tossed him on the ground, he started to cough.
He looked up, slowly, then saw me, he'd cringe in pain curling up.
Negan would grab his bat and walked towards him point it at him. "So, you're the fuckin' ass wipe who was raiding MY fuckin' pantry?" He'd had a angered expression then started moving back a bit, laughing a bit at him.
He'd pull him up roughly. "Get up boy. I'm talkin to ya. Answer. My. Question.NOW." he'd yell. Which made me and him both jump. He'd just look down, not speaking, he then looked at Negan slowly.
"Fuck off..." he'd say. With that Negan stood in silence, the entire room went silent, he then spoke. "Wrong answer boy." he'd go in to strike him with his bat.
Luckily in time I yelled across, to which he stopped in his tracks. Everyone would look at me. Even the boy.
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"Please... don't do it..." i'd say lightly holding my hand out. Simon would look at me surprised, Negan would lightly lean back before straightening his posture and turning around. He chuckled a bit then turned around slowly his sinister yet still charming but cocky smile showing.
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"Why not... my baby is dying of thirst over here.... Lucille needs her thirst quenched and standing here ain't gonna quench it for her now is it?" he'd ask me with a bit of a yell at the end.
Lucille? Who the fuck is Lucille...Is he talking about that fucking bat of his? I'd jump lightly at his yelling, to which he would sigh.
"I ain't got all day Missy, now tell me why the hell am I stopping in my tracks for you right now? Make it quick." he'd snap.
"Nova... It's my fucking fault, just let him kill me I did what had to be fucking done okay....?" he'd look at me with that same look in his eye when we parted ways.
"Man wants to die, I like that." he'd turn around about to strike him.
He'd prepare himself.
I'd yell again.
"PLEASE. NO. I'LL DOANYTHING. JUST DON'T KILL HIM!"i'd scream louder, trying to run to stop him but falling off the chair in my attempts which made me wince in pain, I started to sob.
Negan would stop, turning around, his nose crinkling as he smiled before stopping.
He'd slowly walk up to me, raising my head with the tip of his bat, which had no barbed wire on it.
"Anything... I ask..?" he'd ask me, smiling devilishly.
I'd look down, frowning, and nodding to his question, looking ashamed.
Simon would look down at me, frowning in a slight sneer.
"Y-Yes... please just don't kill him.. " i'd put my hands on the floor, my hair falling over my head.
He'd nod at Simon to pick me up.
I would feel myself being lifted again, then I saw Negan putting Lucille down before walking towards me and Simon.
My heart raced, as he came towards me, I flinched as he grabbed hold of me, scared to death, he turned around looking at my ex-boyfriend who was now looking down at me, frowning slightly, but in his eyes I could see relief.
I'd look at him up and down, blinking slowly, telling him with my eyes that "I missed him," like we always would communicate to each other secretively.
"Now, three things I will ask you... Who the hell is Mr. Pretty Boy thief here?"
I'd be hesitant to answer. I would open my mouth. "T-Thats.. Bronson.... Bronson... Leptman.." I'd answer, my voice slightly hoarse.
"Bronson... that's a manly ass name you got there pretty boy." he'd tease, smiling.
I'd see Bronson cringe a little, looking down.
"Now, what... is he to you?" he'd lean in to my face, I'd inhale his scent, which consisted of the same cologne as Simon except a slightly heavier level of it, scotch and possibly ash-tray. The smell was strong, a bit overwhelming, but I liked it a bit, although I preferred Simon's scent more, I actually preferred being in Simon's arms more than Negan's, as Negan's grasp was a bit more rougher and tighter which made me slightly uncomfortable.
"He... he's my ex..." I'd look down, and i'd feel Negan squeeze me tighter, letting out a low hum.
"Hmmm... well ain't that a shame. You know what I'ma ask you next Princess?" he'd look down at me his face serious
He got closer, the leather of his jacket lightly squeaking under his movement. His smile would form again as he looked down at me.
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I would be so confused at this point that confusion itself would be confused.
"I-Im sorry what?" i'd sound hysterical.
"Be my wife... ORRRRR... your little ex gets to have a special date with Lucille. You got 10 seconds.." he'd say.
