What If? (Negan) (COMPLETED)

Adamant

adamant definition: refusing to be persuaded or to change one's mind

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A loud ringing noise fills my ears, and when I try to open my eyes it hurts.

My head is pounding; almost to the point where it feels like its going to explode.

I groan and sit up, trying to fix my bedhead.

As I turn to switch the lamp on, I see a glass of water, a small pill, and a note sitting on the night stand directly beside me.

I pick up the note first.

"This is for you, mainly because I know you have one hell of a hangover. Report to duties a little late today. We don't want you half-assing your job. You're welcome." -N

I raise a brow and quickly swallow the pill along with a huge chug of water.

Why does he care if I'm in pain?

He doesn't seem to care about his victims when he's bashing their heads in.

Come to think of it, that's how bad my head is hurting.

I can't even remember what happened last night. Let's just say I hope it wasn't anything bad.

Wait. Now that I think about it, I do remember! Negan and I kissed! We freaking kissed!

Annoyed with both myself and Negan, I slap a hand over my face.

Damn that whiskey.

I lay back down, and try to recollect my thoughts.

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"Knock. Knock. It's 11 a.m. on my clock." Negan says on the other side of my door. He knocks a couple more times, before I get up and open the door. 

He gives me some privacy while I change, and I meet him back outside.

"How's your head kid?" 

Kid? 

He's asking how I feel? I thought he didn't care!

"Umm...it feels a lot better. Thanks." My cheeks burn red for some odd reason.

"What's on your mind? I can read you like an open book?"

Okay, now I'm generally confused. I tend to get that way a lot, but not usually this much.

I sigh. "It's just that you're being so nice to me. I'm....well, was a part of Rick's group, yet you give me special treatment. I do your dirty work for you, and you give me special treatment. If it were anyone else, you'd wave them off. Why is that, Negan?"

He stops in the middle of the hallway; he's hugging Lucille tight. He grabs my wrist and pulls me close so I can hear him.

"You have to watch what you say around here, Angie. If anyone finds out about this, then I will have no choice but to kill you. Do you understand me?"

His sudden change of mood makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, though I'm not scared of the man in front of me.

"I said, do you understand me?!"

I blink, then nod. "Yes sir."

He doesn't say another word to me as we walk outside to the courtyard.

Day by day, he brings in civilians. According to him, they have "done him wrong".

When he takes me out there, I know what I have to do.

I've been here for a few months now, and it seems like the more men I kill, the less it affects me.

I know that probably makes me sound like some sort of psycho, but that's the least of my worries.

I have and want to get out of here. In order to do that, I have to do what Negan says. If its killing ten thousand men, consider it done.

I want to be reunited with the people that I love and care about. Keeping myself safe is the least I can do for them back in Alexandria.

although, part of me wonders what's taking them so long to come and rescue me...

"This man right here, is responsible for the death of my sister. He killed her, and he ran. He ran in hopes of reinventing his life, and I spent years trying to find him. Finally, I told Negan, and we found him just south of the kingdom." Dwight says to me.

I nod, knowing how he felt. I, too, lost a sister due to a crazy person.

I don't want to get too into detail about that, so I won't.

"You know the deal, Ang."

I grab the small dagger tucked inside of my boot, and I get the job done quickly.

Blood splatters all over my white shirt, and I try not to cringe.

"You're welcome." I say, then look down at the lifeless body. This new me was strange.

I'm not even showing a little bit of mercy...