Negan Drabbles

Blood

Negan walked from one side of the line up, to the other.

Five trembling figures, kneeled before him. A chorus of sobs, and sniffles, playing in his ears.

He'd given them the speech before. Thought they'd understood. But then they'd attempted a coup, and failed miserably.

So here he was again. Relaying the rules. Showing them, exactly, who was in charge.

"You people, just never, fucking learn. I tried to help you. And you turned against me. Now, I have to show you, all over again, what happens to those who cross me," Negan frowns.

He points Lucille towards a man, in the centre of the line. He raises her, bringing her down hard, against the man's skull.

The man drops to the ground. His fingers dig into the dirt, as he tries to lift himself.

"Look at that!" Negan grins. "He's trying to get up. It's ashame you're not one of mine. I could use a tough guy like you," he chuckles. "Back to it!" Negan adds. As he takes another swing at him. Knocking him over again.

The man doesn't get back up.

Negan repeatedly smashes Lucille into the back of the man's head. Bits of scalp, hair and brain, embedded in the barbwire.

He continues, until there's nothing but mush above the man's neck.

Negan points Lucille in their faces. Dripping with the blood of their friend. "You all look at this, as a reminder, of what happens when you cross me," he says, before walking away.