daisy chain - negan

CHAPTER NINE: THE WIVES

trigger warnings: mentions of past rape, please do not read this chapter if you are uncomfortable with this topic! x

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I wrapped my arms around my body, feeling exposed under Negan's gaze. He held out a white towel to me, expecting me to take it. "Well? Do you want to smell like shit?" he asked, getting frustrated that I wasn't accepting his 'gift'. I took the soft towel from him, cautiously, wondering why he was being so nice to me after making me spend weeks in a shitty cell.  "I'm going to take you to meet my wives; maybe seeing how lavishly and care free they live can stop you being so stubborn. Don't think you're getting away with doing nothing around here. You'll be working for points, as that is what you wanted." He laughed, walking towards the wooden desk sat in the corner of the room.  I rolled my eyes, watching him sit down. "What the hell is the towel for?" Negan looked over at me like I was brain-dead.

"To take a shower? What the fuck did you think it was for?" I scoffed, throwing the towel back at him, catching it effortlessly. "Like hell am I taking a shower with you in close proximity." I cocked out on one hip, crossing my arms. "Don't worry baby girl, it has a lock on the door and I prefer my women to give me consent to screw their brains out." He chuckled, throwing the towel back at me.  "What is this Negan? How long am I going to be here, I need to be back in Alexandria, I'm better use to you there." I explained, I knew that I was one of the best scavengers in our group. Being short wasn't very good for reaching on the top shelf but getting into small, confined spaces where supplies were hidden was. "Because I want you with me, Daisy. I have to keep you to make sure Rick the prick keeps his sheep in line. As long as you are alive, Rick will follow the rules." I knew there was some selfish reason he was keeping me alive.  Rick would continue to scavenge and give everything over to Negan, to keep me alive and well. I am a pawn in Negan's grand plan. I didn't expect any less from an egotistical psycho.

I walked through the door to Negan's bedroom, feeling extremely uncomfortable but wanting to get clean, I decided to ignore it.  A massive, black sheeted bed sat in the middle of room, two bedside tables on either side of the bed. Pillows stacked up on top of each other, the bed all made up, like no one had even touched it. "Of course he lets himself have all the luxuries." I rolled my eyes, had I really expected any less? I continue to walk through the door to the bathroom, making sure to lock the door, just in case.

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"Well darlin' you clean up well!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. I had been given a thin grey tank top, dark brown cargo pants and a pair of walking boots. I felt exposed again, the sheer top not leaving much to the imagination. "Did you choose this by any chance?" you asked, walking through the bedroom door into the open space. "Yeah, how did you know that?" he asked, sarcasm dripping from his tone. "Because my boobs are on display, so I automatically thought Negan." I replied, the same tone on my voice.  He laughed, grabbing Lucille from the desk in his room.  "Clever girl, now follow me sweetheart, time to meet the gang!" He swaggered over to the door, Lucille sitting on his shoulder. He had a lean to his natural position, watching as people walking past dropped on their knees for him. He turned to me, pointing Lucille at one of the people bowing to him. "That'll be you soon, sweetheart. It will be in a very different place though." He chuckled, continuing down the hall way, me trailing behind him.

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"Ladies!" Negan exclaimed, causing the women to look towards the door.  Negan grabbed my arm, placing me in front of him. "This is Daisy, now she isn't a new wife... not yet anyways. I was hoping some of you girls could convince her for me. Now take a seat doll, make yourself at home." He pointed to an open seat on the coach, I took a seat next to a blonde woman who had dry tears on her cheeks. She was sniffling, looking down at her hands. "Can I talk to you for a minute, dear wife?" Negan asked another woman, walking over to a small bar in the corner of the room. She followed him over, as he began to pour whisky into 2 small glasses. I sat there, in-between two promiscuously dressed wives. I guessed that Negan told his wives what to wear, as they were all in little skimpy black dresses, not leaving a lot off show. I felt very awkward sitting in a room full of made up women while I was fresh faced and red. It felt weird, seeing women in make-up and dresses, like the world was back to normal again, but it wasn't. It was the same shit, day in and day out.

Negan walked back over to the couches, kneeling in front of the blonde woman next to me. He lifted her chin up, to make her look at him. "Amber, baby. You know I don't want anyone here that doesn't want to be here, right?" Amber looked at Negan, straight in the eyes, a bundle of nerves in her stomach. "Mm-hmm." "So if you want to leave and go back to Mark... you can. But what can't you do?" he asked, his eyes flickering towards me then back to Amber, waiting for her response. "Cheat on you." She answered, fresh tears building up in her eyes.

"That is exactly right. You can't... cheat on me. There's plenty of other gals who would love to take your place, and there's a few job openings that I can think of. Take Daisy for example, she may be resisting now but give it a few weeks and I might have to think about cutting a few of you girls off! " He tempted, knowing that she wouldn't dream of leaving him. She had no skills, no knowledge of how to survive.  In the sanctuary or not, Negan knew Amber wouldn't last two minutes out there on her own, that she would come back to him begging. 

"No. I... I'll stay. I'm... I'm sorry. I love you Negan" She pleaded, hoping that Negan would take her back. I found myself captivated by the events going on around me, the other wives looking on towards Amber and Negan. "Oh, of course you do, darlin'. " he gave Amber a tissue to wipe her eyes with. "I don't know why you're crying. It's all gonna work out aces for you." Negan chuckled,  walking back over to the brunette. "Wasn't hard on her, even though I am... very hard in general." Negan chuckled, moving closer towards the woman. " You're an asshole." "I know. But the messed-up thing is, you like me anyway. You know the truth, just like me." He brought her in for a kiss, a small pain grew in my stomach.

I tried to fight the feeling down, telling my body I didn't have any sexual feelings towards Negan but I knew I did. He wasn't ugly and he might be the biggest asshole I had ever met but there was something about him I couldn't find not attractive. "Why do you got her here?" you looked towards the door, seeing Daryl in dirty sweater and sweatpants. "Daryl!" you jumped up, going towards him before Negan placed Lucille in front of me. "Now, I wouldn't do that if I were you sweetheart." He threatened, looking towards Dwight and Daryl.  "Whoa! What we talk about when you're not here... is none of your business." He spoke to Daryl, placing his arm around my shoulders, knowing it would piss off Daryl. " You go with Dwight. He'll get you a mop." He gestured over to you, giving you the sign to follow him. "Come on, darlin'."

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I made it back to Negan's room, him following behind me. He insisted on me to walk in front of him, knowing he just wanted to watch my ass. "So, have you come to your senses yet doll?" he asked, backing me up towards a wall, placing his hand near the side of my head.  "No, I'm still working for points. Unlike those women, I have come to terms with having to work for my keep." I said strongly, standing up for my beliefs. I wasn't a damsel in distress, some princess that needed a prince to do everything for her. "Unlucky for you doll! You are missing out on some great perks, like my dick!" he chuckled, placing his hand on my hip. His fingertips began tracing my hipbones, I cried out.

My breathing picked up but not in a good way. I couldn't go through with this again, I wasn't going to be broken down for the second time, needing to fix myself back up. I gave Negan a massive push, as I felt the tears running quickly down my face as I slid down the wall, trying to get my breathing back to normal. His back hit the plush couch in the middle of the room, he stumbled for a second regaining his posture before looking back towards me. "Please! I'll do whatever you want, just don't do this!" I screamed out, as Negan got down to my level. "Doll. You didn't think... oh shit!" he exclaimed, running his hand through his hair. "I wasn't going to. I'm not that sort of man darlin'." He said, wiping the tears on my cheeks.

"I wa-wa-s in a place called Terminus. Me and other wo-wo-men were used as sex slaves. They ke-ke-pt us in a container, dragging us out when they wanted us. They got through about si-si-x of us a night, sometime we were taken twice." I stuttered, my body feeling itself relax, as Negan cuddled me. He placed his forehead on mine, whispering to me. "If I ever find any of those bastards alive, they will all become personally acquainted with Lucille. Don't be afraid anymore, sweetheart. I'm so fucking sorry you had to go through that shit, the world's fucked enough without that fuckery happening. You stay in here tonight, you get anything you want. Just relax."

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