What If? (Negan) (COMPLETED)

Congregation

I spent the rest of the night in my room, lost in my thoughts.

So many questions were there; so many whys? And what ifs? And hows?

But the question that won't go away is, how; how did I get myself into this damned situation? If I wasn't so stupid in that garden that day, then maybe I wouldn't even be here.

"Knock, knock." Negan says, suddenly standing at my door. It causes me to jump out of my thoughts, and roll my eyes.

I sigh. "You know, there's no point in saying that if you don't actually knock."

"Well, I fucking know that, but it wouldn't be as fun if I didn't."

He's got that goddamned smirk on his face, and it annoys the hell out of me.

"Okay, what do you want?" I was now hugging my knees, resting my head on top of them.

He chuckles his sarcastic laugh. "Well, shit. I'm sorry. I thought we had a rule about not talking back."

I laugh. A rule about no talking back? Please. What am I, twelve?

"Actually, no. You never gave me any rules." I spit back. I was already getting sick of his shit.

"Well fucking excuse me. You can't go walking around here without any rules. That just wouldn't be fair to the rest of my people, now would it?"

I want to jump up and punch him, but I know if I do that, he will bash his baseball bat right into my skull.

"Alright. Play hard to get. But here are the rules. Number one, talk when spoken to. Number two, don't talk back. Number three, don't try to leave without my permission. Number four, do not touch me unless I tell you to do so. Number five, always do your job. And finally number six, do not interfere with my work."

Well, looks like he's back to being an asshole. It's weird; his sudden mood swings remind me of a pregnant woman.

I quickly nod my head, then fidget with my fingers.

"I hope you understand." Negan says, walking into my room with his prideful sway.

"I do." I smirk because he really thinks I'm intimidated by him.

"Good, because if you don't...Lucille will pay you a visit. You know, she's a vampire bat and she is always looking for some action."

"Negan, you don't scare me." I look dead into his eyes, and I see a glint of something different, but it fades away in the blink of an eye.

"Well, you should be. I can do a lot fucking worse than what you've seen me do."

"Well, so can I. Ever since I arrived here, a dark cloud has rolled over me. Usually, I'd be scared to death to kill someone, but now....i can do it with ease."

He flicks his tongue over his teeth, which is kinda hot.

What the hell Angie?!?

"Keep saying that, dollface. You'll jinx yourself."

"I already have." I spit back again.

"Go eat, you little prick. I don't want my newest addition to starve."

I nod my head and follow him to the cafeteria. I grab a tray, and sit in my normal spot.