After our little fiasco at the RV, Negan locked me in one of the high class cells. He was afraid that I was going to kill one of his precious wives, if not all.
I don't understand him, though.
One minute he loves me, then the next he locks me away in a cell.
I swear, this man does not make sense....which only makes me like him more.
"Breakfast time, dollface.." I hear his muffled voice on the other side of the door, and I sigh.
The door opens, and I'm partially blinded by the light.
"I'm not hungry...but thanks..." I reply, sighing.
"Come on, I made this myself. Got up early and everything.."
"I said I'm not hungry, Negan!" I shout, not really meaning to.
He scoffs, then smirks at me.
"Well, shit. You're feisty today!"
"When am I not?"
He laughs and I look up at him with confusion in my eyes.
"You got some beach ball-sized lady nuts, acting all Kamikaze...."
I cringe at the comment. I want nothing more than to get up and slap this man....maybe even kiss him while I'm at it.
"Thanks. I know..."
He stands there with his arms crossed, studying me like a book.
"Now, why don't you leave me alone, and go back to your whores? I'm sure they're way better than me, anyways.."
"Damn, girl. You're the most conflicted person I have ever met in my entire life! Lighten up a little, dollface."
He leans down to my level, and lifts my chin up with his right index finger. I am forced to lock eyes with him.
Then, he reaches down and plants a small kiss against my lips. Of course, I kiss back savoring it.
"Now, why don't you quit acting like a little bitch and come back to my room with me?"
"Fine..."
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What If? (Negan) (COMPLETED)
FanfictionWhat 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...
