What If? (Negan) (COMPLETED)

To His Liking

"Well, hot damn." Negan says swinging my door open. "The little girl finally decided to stick around. Smart choice."

I over hear him and Dwight talking. I want to barge in; after all they are talking about me...but I can't.

The door opens, and I duck into the closet next to me.

It's dark and mysterious; much like Negan himself.

I can hear his little radio playing; its echoing throughout the thin walls.

He's singing now, and I didn't expect this at all because he actually sounds good.

Ever since I've been here, I've not once seen him act like this.

Negan is.....giddy; and that is NOT normal for him. Usually he's yelling or killing, or maybe even both at the same time.

I try to switch positions so I'm not crammed between two shelves, but that doesn't go as planned.

The whole shelf falls, making a riveting noise. 

I scramble to start picking things up, but by the time I do so, Negan is standing at the door along with Dwight and some older man named Simon.

"What the holy hell are you doing in here?" He has an unreadable expression on his face now.

"I...um...came to get some extra glass cleaner because the mirror in my room is very dirty. I t-tried to reach it, but the shelf fell..."

Way to go. Nice cover up.. (not really)

Dwight and Simon walk away and Negan chuckles. "Ok. but be careful next time."
He paused for one second. It looked like he was about to say something else, but instead he walks away too.

Something clicks inside of me. "Negan wait.."

He skids to a stop and turns back in my direction. "Yes?"

"Do you think you could send one of your wives to my room? I could really use some company.." I say. Although I wasn't intending it to be true, it comes out true. I have been a bit lonely cooped up in that room.

He looks down. "Well, they're all asleep right now, but you can come hang out with me instead.."

And to think he just beat the shit out of two men today. Now, he's being nice to me?

"W-well...." I swallow. What if he does something stupid?

"Are you afraid of me, Angie?" he asks.

I shake my head no, then raise my brow at him.

"Fine. I'll hang out with you."

With that being said, he leads me to the familiar room and shuts the door.