"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!
"You better learn how to control your words, little miss thing. I can slit your throat, and make it look like an accident."
Dwight presses the blade slightly against my throat, causing me to choke a bit.
"Get the fuck off of me!" I squeak, and I try to break free. I fail because of the death grip he has on me.
"No. I don't think you've learned your lesson, Angie.." He presses it down harder, and its getting harder to breathe.
Simon was nowhere to be seen. Where was he when I needed him?!
but, I know deep down that even if he were here, he wouldn't help me. He'd just laugh, and run his fingers over his ridiculous looking mustache.
"If you don't get the fuck off of me.......so help me I'll-..........."
The sound of a familiar whistle cuts me off. I feel my face lose its color within seconds.
I hear footsteps, and soon enough I see those familiar boots. Then I see Negan standing there, a sly smirk on his face. He was holding Lucille just below his abdomen.
"Well, what do we fucking have here?"
I try to move, but Dwight tightens his grip some more. My face is turning red from the lack of oxygen.
"This little bitch here-..." Dwight begins but Negan cuts him off.
"Dwight, let her go. You're gonna fucking kill the girl!"
With hesitation, Dwight lets me go with a huff of a breath.
I gasp for air, and cough a few times. God.
"Now, what the hell is going on here?"
Both Dwight and I start speaking at the same time. Soon, it turns into a flood of screams and curse words.
"Y'know what? I shouldn't have asked!"
Negan screams. breaking the unjust level of noise.
"You two had one fucking job to do. One fucking job...and you can't even get it done without being at each other's throats! What the fuck is wrong with you people?"
I sigh and look down.
"I'm sorry, Negan. It won't happen again.." I say loud and clear, and he clicks his tongue.
"You better fucking not. Because Lucille hasn't had any action in months. You two better watch it. Especially you, dollface."
He points Lucille at me, and I nod.
fucking hell.
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What If? (Negan) (COMPLETED)
Hayran KurguWhat do you think would happen if Negan wasn't the bloodthirsty asshole everyone claimed him to be? What if Negan was a genuinely nice person? What if he fell in love with someone? All of these questions are to be answered in this story.....well, al...
