Negan Drabbles

Kneel

"You all know the drill, on your knees," Negan orders, Lucille swinging by his side. "You people just never fucking learn, i tried to show you the way forward, and how do you fucking thank me?"

You kneel, heart pounding. Someone was going to die, and you pray it isn't you. The thought of having your head beat to a pulp brings on a fresh set of tears, your entire body shaking. You glance forward, Negan's boots settling in front of you. Oh god! Panic sets in, your eyes struggling to meet his.

"Look at you, sweetheart. You're a damn mess," he bites his lip, fire in his eyes as you force yourself to look up at him. "Hot as hell though, i could think of a whole fuckload of stuff i'd like to do to you rather than smash your skull in," he smiles.

"Go to hell!" You spit, regretting your words instantly.

"Well would you look at that! We got us a feisty one here," Negan lets out a tsk. "I love a feisty woman, much more fun," he moves his face close, his nose almost touching yours. "Don't, do that again though," he says, firmly, his eyes cold.

You watch him rise to his feet, giving you one last glance before he makes his way down the line-up.

By the time he's done, you're down two men, their heads just mush on the ground.

"I'll see you soon," Negan smirks, winking at you before he leaves.