Negan Drabbles

Coffee

She holds the cup of coffee. Warming her hands. It's a cold night, and she's been patrolling the fences for the past three hours.

"How's it going out here?" Comes a deep voice from behind her.

She sees Negan. "It's quiet. And freezing," she says.

"You need me to keep you warm?" He grins.

"I'm good thanks, i got my coffee" she smiles.

"Won't keep you warm like I can," Negan teases.

She laughs lightly, blushing. He'd been trying to get in her pants ever since she'd arrived at the sanctuary. And to be truthful, she wouldn't mind. But the whole, six wives thing, kind of puts her off.

"I'm supposed to be working here," she smiles.

"Doesn't mean you can't have a fucking break," he says.

"Yeah, well. My boss is a real slave driver, so.." she jokes.

Negan laughs. She loves hearing him laugh. Suddenly she jerks forward, a burning pain rips through her stomach. She drops her cup, smashing it to pieces.

"Hey, what's.." Negan begins. Then he sees the blood pooling out of her stomach. "Shit!" He yells.

Gun fire comes from all directions. Saviors pile out of the sanctuary, realising they are under attack.

She falls to the ground. Negan kneels down beside her, pressing his scarf over her wound.

"I'm not gonna make it, don't let me turn," she pleads, her face losing its colour.

Negan nods, holding her in his arms. He places his gun under her chin, and pulls the trigger.