What If? (Negan) (COMPLETED)

Confidentiality

The next morning, I opened my eyes as I felt the man on the other side of the bed shuffle.

"Mornin', dollface. How'd you sleep?" Negan asks, as he pulls some pants over his toned legs. You look at him with a little smirk on your face.

"Mmmm. I slept fine. Your bed is a lot more comfortable than I imagined..."

Negan smirks as well.

"Shit, you imagined sleeping in my bed?"

I nod my head, and carefully sit up so the sheet was still covering my nude body.

"That's fucking hot, Ang.."

I giggle like a little angsty teenager, before glancing at the clock on the nightstand.

It was around 9:00 a.m. It's time for me to go to work, but with what happened last night, I wonder if he'd let me take the day off.

"Hey, Negan.." I start, and he turns to face me. "Do you think I could take the day off? I could really use it.."

He pulls his white t-shirt over his head, then throws on his infamous black leather jacket.

He clicks his tongue. "Dollface, just because I fucked you, and just because I fucking liked it, that doesn't mean you get a free pass. We have shit we need, and you're gonna be the one to get it. I suggest you put some clothes on before Dwight and Simon leave your little ass.."

I groan and drag myself out of bed before he does it for me.

I get dressed and tie my hair up in a pony-tail before grabbing my gear.

"I expect to have every fucking item on that list. Do you understand me?"

Sighing, I nod my head.

"Okay Negan..." We both walk over to the door at the same time, and before I can walk out, he grabs my arm and pulls me back.

He pulls me close and kisses me gently, which causes me to smile a dangerous smile.

"Go get em, dollface." He whispers in my ear; his beard rubbing up against it.

I blush and retire out of the building.

-

"Angie, get the food and sort it out. You know how Negan likes everything to be in order.." Dwight says from behind the truck. I was leaning against the side of it, munching on an untouched apple I managed to find.

I roll my eyes and come in contact with the blonde man. His burnt face still creeps me out a bit, but I knew whatever he did to Negan, was probably bad.

"Fine, but this may take me a while to do. So don't expect me to be lolly-gagging around the stores either.." I say and throw the core into the deep woods.

We were just 5 miles North of the Sanctuary.

"Listen, Negan may have given you this job, but he put me in charge. You do whatever the hell I tell you to do, dollface!"

I grit my teeth, huffing in a breath.

"Do not call me that. Only Negan can call me that.." I spit, and hop into the back of the truck.

Dwight looks up and smirks at me.

"So that's why you're always gone; you're always in his room doing God knows what. You're probably fucking him. You are...aren't ya?"

With my anger issues, the blood inside of my body begins to boil.

"Shut the fuck up, Dwight. You're the one who let Negan take away your precious wife." I poke out my lip to mock him. "I bet he's fucking her right now..and there's nothing you can do about it."

With my hands on my hips, I smirk being quite proud of my comeback.

But everything goes wrong. Within seconds Dwight is behind me, and he has a silver dagger pressed up against my throat.

God damn it!