Negan stormed into Dwight's room, slamming the door against the wall as he flung it open in anger. "Jesus Christ boy you got a lot of fucking explaining to do... give me one good reason why I shouldn't bash your fucking skull in right now!" he demanded.
"Boss... I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen I-It just kinda did" Dwight tried to explain.
"So what she slipped and fell on your fucking dick!? You're gonna have to do a lot better than that D, my patience is wearing thin and Lucille... well Lucille is feeling pretty fucking thirsty right now" he warned as he waved the bat in his face.
"She came to me... saying you had stopped fucking her. She was scared that you were done with her and that we would both end up dead" Dwight continued.
"Oh so this is my fault? I wasn't fucking her so she ran back to you!? Is that how it is" he growled, not really caring about any of it, but he had rules and he had to be seen to be upholding them.
"No Negan... no not at all. It was a stupid, stupid mistake and I'm sorry. If you have to... kill me. Kill me right now, just please spare Sherry"
"You have no idea how much I want to fucking kill you right now D... you betrayed me, again! And now so has Sherry. I don't know if I can trust either of you fuckers" he said as he swung his fist swiftly, collecting the side of Dwight's face with a loud crack.
"It won't happen again Negan I swear" Dwight told him as he cowered from the man trying to regain his footing, eyeing Lucille warily.
"You know what D... I quite frankly could not give a fuck. As much as I wanna fucking kill you, you work to damn hard around here it would be a fucking waste. I'm done with the both of you... you can have each other for all I give a shit. Call it a severance package. You... you are no longer in my crew, and Sherry, she is no longer my wife. The two of you can work for points like everyone else. And if you fucking want back in on my crew, you are gonna have to work your fucking ass off to earn that shit" he told him angrily. "Do I make myself clear!?"
"Yes boss" he replied, slightly relieved as he nursed the wound on his face, the hard hit from Negan having split his cheekbone open.
"Good. You go find yourself a cabin, you don't get accommodation privileges any more, and take your fucking wife with you" he said. Dwight stood paused for a moment just staring at him in disbelief that he wasn't already dead or soon to be. "Now! Get out of my fucking face, I don't want to see either of you any time soon!" he yelled at the blonde haired man.
"Sure thing Negan" Dwight responded as he packed up his stuff hastily and began to leave the room, carefully walking past a visibly seething Negan.
"Oh and Dwight..."
"Yeah?"
"You stay the fuck away from the doctor you hear? I don't wanna see you lay so much as a finger on her again, otherwise you and Lucille will be having a little quality time together" he warned quietly.
"Ok boss" he said as he hurried away, not wanting to hang around any longer and risk the man changing his mind and scattering his brains across the walls. On one hand he was glad to still be alive, but on the other he was pissed that he was stripped of his rank so to speak.
After the run in with Dwight Sky lay down for a little while, trying to calm her nerves before getting ready for her shift at the infirmary. The way he had grabbed her had her a little on edge and she had felt the familiar feeling of a panic attack creeping in. Taking Chris's advice she had tried counting things, she named as many animals as she could think of, by the time she reached twenty one her breathing had returned to normal and she was more relaxed again.
