Warnings: Language, light smut
Negan follows behind you as you enter the room, which turned out to be a bedroom, one similar to yours. He shuts the door just a bit to hard for him not to be upset despite his calm appearance. He begins to whistle, which you recognize as the same tune that he whistled before he killed Glenn, as he walks over to a small table that contains varies bottles of liquor and other beverages. Picking up one that contains a clear liquid, that you assumed was water, and poured himself a glass. Taking a drink he looks at you from the corner of his eye.
"Want some water?" He asks motioning to another glass on the wooden table.
You glare at him as a response, turning your head away from him and crossing your arms across your chest.
"No? Well damn." He says, his lips stretching into a half smile.
"Have a seat." He says, nodding towards a worn tan leather couch behind you. You took a seat and sighed.
"You know why we have to talk right? It's about earlier....yeah. I am sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. I did not mean to upset you by what I said but in all due respect you hit me in my face in front of my men, disrespecting me and I couldn't have you get away with that. Listen, I know Daryl was your husband and you two go back a long ways but you belong to me now and I'm tired of this shitty ass attitude you have about it. So, you have two options my dear wife. Either you start acting like a loyal wife or you can join the rest of the workers and keep the fences clear from those dead bastards, which by the way you probably will die doing. Your choice."
You sat contemplating your options for a second before realizing what you had to do. In your head you begged for Daryl's forgiveness and prayed that he'd understand that you were doing it for him. You got up from the couch and walked slowly over to Negan making eye contact the whole time. Stopping mere inches away from him you wrapped your arms around his neck. You lean in so your lips hover just over his. Negan was quick to close the small gap between you, putting a hand on your waist and pulling your body flush against his. You bit your lip and tangled your fingers in his raven hair, tugging it gently earning a deep groan. You smiled knowing that you had him wrapped around your finger. In one movement Negan turned and had you lying on your back on his bed. Your body was screaming no but you still allowed him to run his surprisingly soft hands up your thighs and under your dress.
"What made you come around darlin' ?" Negan asks in a low tone.
"I realized you're right. You're the obvious bread winner. Daryl is a nobody." You say. "I love you, Negan." Those words leave a horrible bitter taste in your mouth as they slither last your lips.
"Of course you do, darlin'." He says.
His cockiness only fueled your hatred for him but at the same time fueled your motivation to get to Daryl.
You allow him to continue. His hands slip under your panties and between your folds. You want to cry and push his hand away but you didn't. Instead you picture making love with Daryl. The ways that he would nibble on your neck as his calloused fingers stroked your core in the just the right way. They way he was so gentle with you, whispering sweet words of love and endearment into you ear. Telling you " You're the only one for me.". How his member filled you completely and stretched in all the right ways. How he always made sure that you had reached complete ecstasy, sometimes even before himself. Before long it was over. Negan pulls his jeans back around his hips and buckles his belt, leaving you alone in his room with out a word.
You pushed the realization of what just happened out of your mind. There was no time for emotions right now. You have to keep your mind clear. It was time to move on to the next step of your plan. While Negan thought more with his dick than he did with his brain, he was still no idiot. Your plan would have to be fool proof. But you knew you needed help from the one woman who's been here longer than any of the others.
You climbed the stairs to the lounge area Negan had set up for his wives. They were to stay there unless otherwise told by Negan. So, you knew that Sherry would be there. You opened the door to find sherry sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette.
"Sherry, I need to talk to you." You say sitting next to her.
"Of course. What's up?" She asks extinguishing her cigarette in the clear glass ash tray that sat on the coffee table.
"I need your help. I need to get out of here. Me and Daryl need to get out of here." You say. You could feel the tears starting to creep up but you wiped them away quickly.
Sherry looks around to make sure that there was no saviors to hear us. " I can help. I can distract Negan. But the hard part is getting passed the saviors that guard Daryl's cell. You'll need another distraction. Perhaps I can talk to Dwight. He hates Negan just as much as all of us do. He's also Negan's right hand man so he'll be the last person on Negan's list."
"Really? That would be amazing! When can this all happen?" You ask as hope filled your body.
"I can't say for sure. We need to wait for the right moment. You'll need to be fast and silent. You'll also need the key to his cell. Dwight has one. I'll try and get it to you soon. Wait for me In your room just before sunset. I will slide the key under your door then, when I get it. "
The excitement of finally having the possibility to see Daryl again and escape. But your hope soon faded. You waited as Sherry instructed. But soon the sun sunk below the horizon. No key was to be found that night. Or the next day, or the next day. Over three weeks have passed with no sign of a key. During that time you had to deal with Negan's late night visits. Having to give him what he wanted and play the part of the loyal, loving wife to avoid suspicion. Every disgusting act added more guilt to your conscious.
Another night came. You sit in your room waiting to be yet again disappointed when you hear footsteps coming down the hall to your room. The light from the hall cast a sliver of pale light beneath your door. The footstep grew closer and soon a shadow could be seen directly in front of your door. You sigh, thinking that it was nothing more than another unwanted visit from Negan.
"Not tonight Negan." You say looking down at the mattress you sat on.
The distinct jingle of a piece of metal sliding across the floor sounded grabbing your attention immediately. There glistening in the moonlight that filtered in through the only window in the room, sat the key to Daryl's cell. The key to your freedom and the key to his.
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The Stolen Bride
Fanfic"There are others? How many other women has he taken? You don't know but there is one thing that you do know. You have to get out of here." Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be one of Negan's wives? Y/N certainly didn't expect to find...
