What If? (Negan) (COMPLETED)

Jealousy

After the little mishap between Dwight and I, Negan told him to finish the job and for me to come with him.

So, here we are, walking silently towards the woods back towards the Sanctuary.

"You wanna tell me what all that was really about, dollface?"

His deep voice breaks the silence, and it makes my heart race.

"I already told you...why do I have to repeat myself?"

We stop in front of an old beaten up RV. Negan kicks the door open, and he ushers for me to come inside. I do so without hesitation, considering the favor he did for me last night. I didn't want to disobey him, let alone disappoint him.

I sit down on one of the cushioned chairs attached to the tiny table. He sits across from me, and crosses his arms.

"Quit bullshitting me, dollface. Tell me what the fuck was going on back there...."

I huff out a sigh and avoid eye contact with the man I've strangely come to love.

"Fine. Dwight said something about us fucking, and it sent a bomb off in my mind...I don't want people knowing about that.."

Negan chuckles deeply and smirks, and I shoot him a cold glare.

"It's not funny. You obviously don't understand how it feels. He basically called me a slut.."

I shift uncomfortably in the seat, and Negan looks into my green eyes.

"I'm sorry. Its just...you're so hot, and I like what we did. We should do it again..." He stands up and leans closer to me, so our faces are only inches away from each other.

There goes that feeling in my stomach again. Was he being serious?

"We can't." I state bitterly and cross my arms. I had to stop the angry tears from falling.

"And why is that?" I can smell the alcohol in his breath, and it was very hot.

Yes, maybe I do have a kink for guys who drink.

I mentally slap myself and respond quickly. "Because, you have the wives to tend to. I wouldn't want to get in the way of your little slaves..." That came out bitterly as well.

Negan has that damned smirk on his face again.

"Ooooh, is someone jealous?" He grabs Lucille and rests her against the windowsill.

I huff out another breath before nodding. "If I'm being honest, yes..." I clench my jaw at just the thought of Sherry touching Negan the way I did last night.

"Well, that's just too damn bad, dollface..."

An angry tear slips down my cheek, and I place my hand on Negan's chest. I push him back, so he isn't as close to me.

"Asshole..." I mutter, before walking out of the RV and making my way back into the wooded area.

"Back at cha, dollface!" He yells.