Allie returned to their room to check on Annalise who was still sleeping. She carefully lifted her up and cradled her in her arms, pushing herself against the cold brick. There was the sound of heavy footsteps coming up to the door before the knob turned. She waited to see who it was as a purple and blue face looked back at her. Simon let out a groan, his hand trying to hide the damage done.
"What happened?" Allie frowned. Simon had his back turned to her. He went over to rummage through the freezer, grabbing a bag of frozen peas.
Allie quickly put Annalise back in her crib, instantly going up to Simon. "What happened?" She repeated.
He was refusing to remove his hand as she had to pry it off. His whole right eye was swollen almost shut, purple filled his socket. "Dear god." Allie whispered as he pressed the peas into his face.
"I may have broken his nose. Not like it matters now." Simon replied quietly.
"He didn't take Lucille to you, I hope." She wondered.
"If he did, I probably wouldn't have an eye still." He tried to make a pun but Allie wasn't taking it.
"Please have Carson take a look at that. You may not have an eye if it isn't taken care of properly." Allie had seen this before, most of the time though, it was someone else. Negan had a nasty way of discipline and them both punching each other is neither good nor bad for the Saviors.
He'd rise up and throw the peas on the table beside him. "Fine." Allie watched as he walked out into the hallway, using his hand again as a hideaway.
He bumped into Dwight who was coming towards his room at the time. They apologized to each other before moving on. Dwight had recognized his hand covering his eye, suspicion picking at him. He entered his room, throwing down the newspaper he was glancing through and knocked on their room. Allie answered with a warm smile, inviting him inside.
"What happened with Simon?" He asked the moment he walked in.
Allie shrugged slightly. "Not much, why?"
"He was covering his eye." Dwight pointed out, crossing his arms.
Allie went quiet. Dwight always knew something was up when she did so. "You know you can't lie to me, Allie."
She sighed, dropping her head as she took a breath in. Annalise groaned out of sleep, perking her head up. She approached the crib just as Dwight stopped her. "I've got her." He said, gently lifting her up into his arms.
Allie smiled softly as Dwight hushed her. "Negan. That's what happened." She replied. "Apparently some shit went down. It got hot and they punched each other."
"At least a punch won't leave something forever." Allie knew he was talking about his scar. "Regret maybe." He glanced down at Annalise in his arms, her little eyes shut.
"Ever thought about kids? Know mine seems to take a shine to you."
Allie had always wondered about Dwight's thinking. He was more genuine than the rest of the Lieutenants, more thoughtful as well. He did have someone here at the Sanctuary. They were important to him and nothing was going to change that. But one day, they managed to slip away from under Negan's fingers and Dwight had become what he was now. He knew deep down, they'd never come back.
Allie wasn't really in the picture at that time. The other Lieutenants just thought of her as the woman feeding off Simon's position. But when Negan saw how should could handle herself with a firearm, it took everyone by surprise that he'd offer her a spot. It wasn't necessarily the namesake of Lieutenant but more of a bodyguard type position. They were allowed within his circle and allowed out of it. Negan had always told Allie that it was her choice to be next to Simon or not.
"Not really." Dwight replied. "Mean I like kids, they obviously like me back."
Allie walked over and rubbed Annalise's head. "I think you'd be a great father." Dwight was floored to hear such a thing.
He just rubbed it off and scoffed softly. "Not with this girl. She belongs to Simon." He turned back to the crib, gently laying her down on her blanket. He gave her a quick message on her forehead before turning toward the hallway.
"Did you need anything?" Allie asked, noticing him heading out.
He glanced back at her, smiling. "Nah. Just wanted to see what was up."
Allie smirked. "You know where to find us then."
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"Fuck." Negan clenched his teeth with anger filling him to the brim. He stopped to rub the sore, swollen arch of his nose. "Damn Simon. What fuck have I done wrong?"
He sunk into his dark leather loveseat, rubbing his face out of disbelief and frustration. He put his hands together and let his chin rest on it for a second. His eyes would travel over to Lucille propped up against the armrest of the loveseat. "Stop mocking me, baby." He groaned to the bat.
Negan knew what could happen, but he wasn't expecting anything like this. He had run this place for almost two years now, most would look up to him and follow his requests. But god, how did it become like this? He used to have children to teach, to nurture them into making something better for them. Sometimes he wonders why he even bothers. Not like anyone is listening anymore.
He rose from his seat, angrily knocking over one of his lamps. The Saviors were going to shit and he knew it. They were slowly falling apart, losing more and more everyday. It wasn't death keeping them apart but it was the limits within them. In a world like this though, how could he blame them? Many will suffer, many will fail at what they tried to create.
Negan let out a frustrated groan while staring down at the shattered pieces of the light bulb. Was there anything he could do to redeem himself? Obviously not to Simon. He knew that man for awhile now, he is strong-willed and thinks on his feet. One of the main reasons he is one of his Lieutenants. He liked how he thought.
But trying to blend with those thoughts have become a hassle. Negan believes in just killing one to prove a point, Simon thinks to just eliminate the problem. Which in some rare cases, would be the best option but never the suggested. Negan feels he has something deeper on his mind. He has to be monitored with whatever he does next, which could be anytime and any day.
He sighed, leaning down to pick up the lamp and placing it back on the table. Glass shards scattered about on the concrete floor. They'd filter light like a colorful ray that cracked around them. Negan admired it for a bit before grabbing a broom from behind his fridge. He liked keeping his area clean, why his red bandana was always neatly tucked away in his jacket.
After sweeping it up and throwing it away, he searched around for a replacement bulb. He found one on the highest part of his cabinet. He screwed it in before flipping the switch to see if it worked. It illuminated the room, creating a warmer atmosphere. He was happy with himself, sinking back into the loveseat.
"I'm sorry Lucille. I should of done better."
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Sanctuary | A Savior Story
Fanfiction"We're all scared, Dwight. Even if we don't show it. He defiantly is more obviously scared." Allie is a Savior, one of few woman that are one. Negan likes her dead eye skills, Simon has claimed her as his own and Dwight sees her as a sister. Being...
