What If? (Negan) (COMPLETED)

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I didn't sleep a nick the night before. The floor was as hard as a rock, and the cell was cold.

I spent most of the night shivering.

"Wakey, Wakey!" I hear Negan yell outside the door. One of his men opens the door, and the bright light from the hallway shines on my face.

I probably looked horrible...

Not that I care though; I'm being held a prisoner.

"I'm awake.." I say, my voice hoarse.

"Good to know. Now, I'm gonna untie you and decide to trust you. If you do anything out of the ordinary, I will kill you."

The man with the long blonde hair grabs me by the shoulder, making me jump up fast. He slowly and carefully unties me.

I follow them down a long hallway, and we stop in a room full of clothes.

"Get changed. You've got a long day ahead of you, babydoll."

I glare at him. "I'm not your babydoll. My name is Angie."

He laughs a deep laugh, then throws a pair of clothes at me, which surprises me.

"Well, can I at least get some privacy?" I spit back. I just want to get this over with. I want to leave.

Negan rolls his eyes and turns around.

I sigh and quickly change into the baggy clothes.

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"Now, this here is where all the saviors work for me. Everything they do is in my favor." He stops and smirks at me. I'm starting to feel uncomfortable.

"They work their asses off, and that's what you're going to have to do if you ever want to see your group again."

What?! That is so unfair. I never asked for this.

I don't want to die, so I just nod my head. "What exactly am I going to be doing?" I ask nervously.

"You are going to be a decision maker. Since you're different from the others...I want to test you."

Ugh. Why is this man so confusing?

Why can't I have a simple job like the rest of these saviors?

"What kind of test?" I frown and he rolls his eyes.

"Stop asking so many questions. You'll see."

They lead me down a few more halls, then outside.

What I see shocks me.

Two men were tied up. I had no idea who they were, but they looked so scared.

One of them squirms and tries to scream, but one of Negan's men shoves a rag in his mouth.

I flinch and try to ooze my way out of their grip, but like always it just tightens.

"Both of these men have defied me in many many ways." Negan licks his lips. "..and that shit doesn't fly around here."

My heart starts to race. I knew what I had to do wasn't going to be good.

"...And I suppose you want me to kill them?" I say, my throat starting to close up.

"My, my, my. You're a smart one, Angie." he smirks at me and it makes me feel uneasy. "But you don't have to. The choice is yours."

I know what he means. If I do kill them, I get the benefit of the doubt. If I don't, I stay here longer.

The men let me go, and I grab the knife in front of me on the ground.

The men both plead and cry, which almost makes me want to reconsider.

but I don't; I can't.

I want to leave this place.

I come up behind them, and I crouch down. I press the cold blade against the first man's throat.

"I'm so sorry..." I whisper in his ear, before I dig the blade across his throat. Blood shoots everywhere, and I look up. Tears were forming in my eyes.

I move on to the next man, doing the same as before.

To make Negan eager, I press the dull blade into both men's head, just to save them the suffering of becoming a walker.

I did it, and now I feel sick.g