Heal || A Negan Fanfiction

Chapter 11: Damage

"Please! You have to help me! They're actually letting me go but I don't have anywhere to stay." I said to the dark-skinned woman. My voice was filled with fake panic. She searched my eyes to see if I was lying or not. It was all true anyways.

A man came up and approached us. He had brown hair and light stubble on his face. "Rick... She needs a place to stay." The woman spoke to him.

His name, 'Rick' rang a bell. He was the leader that Negan had complained about. "No." Rick said plainly. I guess Negan was right about how much of asshole this man was. Things quickly got awkward, almost enough to make me turn to the trucks and go back to the sanctuary.

"Rick! Come on. I think she's being honest." She said.
"Michonne I-" He was interrupted by the look she gave him. "Fine. How can I know that you're not just some kind of spy for Negan?" Rick asked, shifting his gaze back to me.

"I want to get away from the sanctuary. Something really bad happened to me and I just need to be somewhere else... Away from Negan." I said. The last words were extremely hard to mutter out. They both looked at each other with a slight nod.

After some discussion, they agreed to let me stay. I was so relieved but, I still felt unsure about everything.

I didn't even say goodbye to Dwight. All I could do was watch the Saviours drive away. That's when it sunk in. It'd probably be a long time until I'd ever get to see Negan again. Either that or we just wouldn't see each other at all. A strong pang of sadness shot through me at the thought of it.

"Let's get you a house of your own." Michonne said with a kind smile.
"Thank you." I spoke softly.

We walked through the community as she explained how things were. Everyone there just lived normally, not having to worry about working for points. People seemed to take notice of me as the newcomer. Some gave me odd looks as if they could tell that I had been with the Saviours. I simply ignored them though.

When we found a house, she gave me a key and led me inside. "So, What did Negan do to you?.... If you don't me asking." Michonne spoke as we walked in.

"Well, he didn't do anything bad to me directly. In fact, he was really sweet to me but... We can just talk about it some other time." I sighed.
"That's fine. Just know that he's caused a lot of hurt for us too. He left so much damage on us and it can't be fixed. So if you ever need to talk, I'm here for you."

I could only wonder what he did to them to make her feel so strongly about that. The tone in her voice told me that it must've been something awful.

After saying goodbye, I closed the door and took a deep breath. The house was still and too silent. I was lonely once again. Since the sun was going down, I decided to take a shower and get ready to go to sleep.

As I rubbed shampoo into my hair, I thought about what Michonne had told me. She made Negan out to be such a bad person. I couldn't blame her though. Considering the fact that I had no idea what he did to them didn't give me the right to judge her.

Something about this all made me feel so guilty. He killed Erik and did only God knows what to the people of Alexandria. But I still found it hard to look at him as the bad guy. All those times that he treated me with such care totally drowned out the negatives. The way Negan wiped my tears, how he looked at me... How he kissed me, those are the things that aren't so easily forgotten.

That night, I found myself curled up in bed just thinking about Negan. I yearned for his touch but I had to keep telling myself that this was the way to heal from all of the hurt. It made sense to leave him behind after what he did, but my heart felt otherwise.

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Negan's POV
At the Sanctuary...

"You sorry-shits are all here because of one thing and one fuckin' thing only! I just want to know, where in the goddamn hell is Arabella?" I yelled to my lousy workers.

They all kept their mouths shut and their heads down. Their lack of cooperation was enough to make me lose my shit. I slammed Lucille against the metal railing on the balcony to get those fuckers' attention again. "DO NOT make me ask again! Somebody fess up right fucking now or Lucille gets her way!"

That sure did light some fire under their asses. After listening to them ramble on and on to each other, I finally got my answer. It came from someone who I trusted the most, Dwight. "Sir.... I let her go." He announced.

I don't know how the hell I managed to keep my cool, but I did. "And why would you do that?"

He didn't even have the balls to look up at me so he kept his head down. "She said she wanted to leave. I know you don't like to keep people here if they don't want to stay... So I let her go." Dwight explained. Slowly, I started walking down the stairs to get on his level.

"Dwighty boy... You of all people should know that you need my permission before doing shit like that, right?" I asked. He was still kneeling and shaking a damn leaf.
"Yes sir. I-I'm sorry."

An apology can't get someone back. I laughed at his dumbass words. "Well sorry isn't going to get my wife back is it?" I growled, lifting his head with Lucille under his chin. "ANSWER ME!"

"N-No sir! It won't get her back.."
"Exactly! Now, Dwighty boy. I want you to tell me where she's at."
"She's at Alexandria, sir."

This fucker really had the nerve to bring her on the supply run to drop her off? Just thinking about my Arabella being there at Alexandria with Rick got me pissed. I couldn't believe how shit-faced dumb Dwight was for that. "Lucille, give me strength." I growled, closing my eyes and tightly holding onto her. "Boys! Take his ass to the cells until I figure out what to do with him."

I did know one thing: I'd have to raise hell in Alexandria soon.

--- I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I just want to thank TheWalkingiZombies-  for helping me so much with this! You're friggen awesome. <3 --