What If? (Negan) (COMPLETED)

Opt

opt definition: make a choice from a range of possibilities.

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A few weeks pass, and I'm still not used to this place. 

but I'm starting to miss Alexandria less and less.

They have everything here that Rick's group never had; from ice cream to electricity.

and I'm loving my room, even though I get lonely sometimes.

"Hey, time for dinner." Sherry, one of Negan's mysterious wives says to me as she peeks her head in my doorway.

"Ok." I reply blankly. I wonder why he sent her to tell me?

I get up and I follow her down the hallway; her heels make a loud clicking noise.

Its actually very quiet tonight; I wonder what's up.

We walk into the cafeteria and I grab myself a tray. I'm still surprised that they have a whole cafeteria to themselves!

I sit down by myself at one of the tables by the window. It's raining outside; its peaceful.

Suddenly, I feel a cold hand on my shoulder, and for the first time..it doesn't faze me...

"Wow! You don't scare easily. I love that."

Of course its Negan; Negan. Negan. Negan.

I mock his name in my head.

"Whatever. What do you want?" I roll my eyes.

"Well, shit. I'm sorry. Did I interrupt your meal?"

I nod my head, before taking the final bite of the kitchen's famous chicken pastry.

"Well, that's just too bad. I need to ask you a favor."

Good Lord. Will I ever get a break from this man?

"I'm pretty sure I know what it is."

I throw my tray away and Negan leads me down the familiar hallway.

Once again, I step out the double doors where one man was tied up. He looks like he's been crying.

Rage coils up inside of me.

"This man has taken over half of my goods, some of my extra guns, and has killed at least 30 of my men. And you know that is a big NO NO."

"Okay, but why do you need me to keep killing these men? Isn't that your job?"

He licks his lops and sighs.

"I've been talking to Rick, and we made a deal. If you work for me for a full year, you can go back to your shit town."

I don't know how or why, but something snaps inside of me.

"Whatever." I say.

I grab the nearest gun that was lying on the ground, and I aim it at the man's head.

I pull the trigger, and he falls over lifeless.

"There. Now, can I please go back to my room?"

"yes you may." Negan smirks at me.

I throw the gun down and jog back to my room, which was all the way on the other side.

As I do so, I make a decision.

What if I keep killing these men for Negan? What if I vow to do whatever he says, despite what it may be?

I know it may be a small chance, but maybe...just maybe he will let me go earlier than a year. And maybe, Negan will learn that being mean gets you nowhere.

So, I decide to write a note.

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Dear Negan,

I did your work, but I have to say I'm starting to like it here. I like the people and the food and the music. I know i've only been here a little over a month, and I know i still have a lot to learn. While I'm here...I am Negan. I will do whatever you want me to, despite how crucial it may be. I will do everything in my well being to please you.

-Angie.