Negan Drabbles

Rage

"What the fuck happened to your eye?" Negan frowns.

You stare at the floor. "I was grabbing a book off the shelf, caught me in the eye."

Negan raises an eyebrow. "You sure? Because Simon told me, that he heard you and Gavin arguing last night."

"It.. it was an accident," you stutter.

"What was?" Negan asks. "Seriously, sweetheart. If he's hurting you, i won't fucking stand for that, neither should you."

You play with your hands nervously. "He didn't mean to."

Negan's grip on Lucille tightens. "I'll, have a word with him. I won't have any of the women here mistreated," Negan places a hand on your shoulder.

You wince slightly.

Negan quickly removes his hand, his eyes widen. "Take that jacket off," he orders.

"Negan, i-," you start.

"That wasn't a question," Negan interrupts.

You shakily begin to take off your jacket, and Negan's face goes red with anger, as he sees the bruises on your shoulder.

"That motherfucker!" Negan growls. He speeds down the corridor, swinging Lucille with each step.

"Negan, don't," you plead.

Negan doesn't stop until he finds your room, with Gavin inside. Negan had every intention of beating Gavin to a pulp, teach him a lesson. But in a fit of rage, he swings Lucille at Gavin's head.

You watch in horror, as he smashes Gavin's head to a pulp. You cover your eyes, but that doesn't take away the sound. The sound of Lucille, hitting him over and over, till there's nothing left.