What If? (Negan) (COMPLETED)

Inquiry

Why would I take a bullet for the devil himself?

Those four days that I spent in the hospital room, that question lingered on in my head.

...and even now as Sherry, one of Negan's wives, is leading me back to my room the question still lingers in my head.

"Be careful..."  She says, carefully letting me sit down on my bed. I look down, not really knowing what to say.

"Thanks..." I mumble, trying to break the uncomfortable tension in the air.

She looks around the plain room, fiddling with her black dress.

"Angie, what's going on between you and Negan?" 

I scoff, trying not to cringe. "Nothing." I say bluntly, although something deep inside of me knows something has changed in Negan.

"Come on. You took a bullet for him! Nobody has ever done that before."

I roll my eyes, regretting my request to be accompanied by one of the wives.

"Sherry, nothing is going on. Besides, even if there was, its none of your business."

Sherry glances at the clock, then fixes her hair. "Okay fine. I have to go now, but you know where to find me if you need me."

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It was now almost sundown, and I was bored out of my mind.

I glanced outside of my window trying to take in the scenery, and I noticed that one of the supposedly "enclosed" gates was open.

I know I shouldn't, but I rush down the stairs and out into the courtyard.

Something seems totally off; its quiet. Almost too quiet.

Looking around for any kind of weapon, I notice that Lucille is just sitting on one of the tables.

Something definitely is up.

Walkers start flooding in, their moaning and groaning sounds filling the air.

Not knowing what else to do, I grab Lucille and I take out each and everyone of the walking dead. Blood splatters all over my clean shirt, making my stomach feel uneasy.

Out of breath, I walk to the door and notice Negan standing there.

"Well, well, well." He clears his throat. "Looks like you just passed my test! And my did you look good holding Lucille in your hands."

TEST? THAT WAS A TEST?

Anger fills my hazel eyes, causing them to shift to a dark brown.

"What the hell? You planned all of that?" I cross my arms over my chest, trying to calm my breathing.

"Well, I had to make sure that you were eligible to complete your new job."

I raise a brow. "What new job?"

He clears his throat and smiles widely. "I have decided to let you go on runs with Dwight and I."

Am I hearing correctly?

 I overheard that Negan only let his best men go on runs with him...so why did he suddenly choose me?

"But why?"

Part of me was glad, because I didn't want to kill the living anymore. but the other part of me was super nervous. 

Back in Alexandria, I was never allowed to go on runs. It wasn't because I was weak, it was because I was in fact too strong.

I know it doesn't make sense; my whole life doesn't  make sense.

"Because you are a badass. And I need badasses like you to stick around. I always go on runs, and I want to make sure that you stay within my view."

"What if I refuse?"

He clicks his tongue.

"Then that will be a disappointment."

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A/N: hey guys I hope you are liking this so far. I'm really trying to balance school and writing at the same time, so forgive me if these chapters are bad/undetailed.