What If? (Negan) (COMPLETED)

Sacrifice

The sound of gunshots fill my ears, making me immediately jump out of bed.

I grab my gun, and peek my head out of my door.

What the hell? Its fucking 4:00 a.m.

I hear footsteps down the hall, and I see Negan and his Saviors run past me in one swift motion.

I know I shouldn't, but I follow them out of curiosity.

The gang makes their way outside and i hide behind one of the corners.

The sight of familiar looking cars make me feel sick to my stomach.

Is that?.....

I look a little more to my left and I see Maggie and Rick pointing their guns towards Negan & his men.

I secretly smirk, and make sure nobody can see me.

Negan's muffled voice fills my ears.

"I thought I fucking told you people to stay away, or there would be consequences."

"You did tell us that, but did you honestly expect us to follow that command?" Rick says; his eyebrow is cocked up. He looks confident.

Careful, Rick.

"Well, I guess I'm just gonna have to shut that shit down...again."

I don't know why, but i start to cry. I didn't want Negan to kill any more of my family/friends.

I jump out of my hiding place, and point the gun directly at Negan's head.

He turns to face me, and does that thing with his tongue again.

"Dollface, what do you think you're doing?"

"Just stop this. Why can't their be peace between Alexandria and the Sanctuary?"

Tears are running down my cheeks, and i want to scream.

"Are you kidding me Angie? They killed Glenn and Abraham. Who knows who else they'll kill?" Maggie calls out. She looks disappointed, and I can tell it's in me.

"And don't forget to mention that they killed a whole hell of a lot of my men."

The saviors point their guns at me, but Negan waves them down, and the guns go down.

"Go back inside, pretty girl. Or else you're going to get yourseld hurt."

"Then so be it!"
Negan grits his teeth, then slaps me straight across the cheek; it turns red.

Suddenly, gunshots fire all around us.
Negan just started a fucking war.

"Shit!" He grabs my shirt and pulls me behind one of the nearby staircases. He grabs a gun out of his pocket, and fires shots back.

"Take her back inside!" Negan instructs Dwight, and he carefully makes his way over to me.

Negan stands up, and tries to follow us. Somehow, Rick thinks he finds the perfect spot, because he aims it right at him.

My ears start to ring, and everything seems to move in slow-motion.

I scream and I jump right in front of Negan; an excruciating pain fills my chest, and I look down to see blood everywhere.

What the fuck did I just do?

In the distance I hear stifled screams in the background, but they are very fuzzy.

I can't quite make out what scream belongs to who, but as I fall to the ground, I look up at Negan.

"Well, fucking congratulations, Ricky Dicky. You just shot one of your own damned people."

I blink a few times. Some of the saviors pick me up, and I black out.

-

The smell of alcohol and plastic fills my nose.

I slowly open my eyes, only to find that I'm in a hospital bed.

I try to move, but Negan grabs my arm.

"Hey, feisty, stop moving. You're gonna hurt yourself again."

I raise a brow, feeling very confused.

The last thing I remember is Negan pulling me behind a staircase.

"W-what happened?" I ask, but it comes out as more of a whisper.

Negan laughs sarcastically, and sits on the chair beside me. He props his feet up, holding Lucille in his lap.

"You fucking saved my life."

Me? Saving Negan's life? Pshhhh.

"You're little ass jumped in front of me just before Ricky Dicky tried to shoot me. You took a bullet for me."

I close my eyes and think back as hard as I can.
The gunshots. The screams.

It all comes rushing back to me.

"W-why?" I ask, tears pricking my eyes.

"Darlin', I don't know. You ask yourself that question, then when you have the answer ...you know where to find me."

I reach for the glass of water on the little table beside me, but being the klutz that I am it falls to the floor.

Negan was about to get up and leave, but then he turns back around.

"Jesus, Angie. You need to learn how to fend for yourself."

He cleans up the mess. I knew he was just trying to pull my strings.

Hell, I took a bullet for him. I'm totally fucking capable of fending for myself.

"Negan, I can tend for myself." I say, trying to sit up. Of course, it hurts like hell.

"I know I was just shittin ya. But right now, you need to worry about healing up. You need to get back to work!"

I flick him off, but then revert back to my thoughts.

Why the hell would I take a bullet for the most evil man I know?