Innocence Lost (Negan x OC)

repeat departures

I was released from the Kingdom's hospital about 2 days after my encounter with Negan. 

My wound was starting to feel a little bit better. It would double me over sometimes but other than that everything was healing. Rick had brought me a change of clothes from home to leave in. I wanted to go back home so bad and stay. But I knew it wouldn't happen. 

I pulled the dark blue skinny jeans up my legs and pulled the tight fitted t-shirt onto my torso. The bandage below my ribcage made a bulge in my shirt and it looked ridiculous.

 A gasp escaped my mouth when a pain shot through my my chest. I put my hands on my knees and leaned over. It pulsed with pain and I squeezed my eyes shut. I was in the small bathroom of the small 'hospital' room changing. I grabbed onto the sink for support and waited for the pain to pass.

After the pain subsided, I sat down and slipped the boots on that Rick had brought. There was a slight knock on the door and I sighed.

"Yeah?" I called out softly. 

"Are you doing okay?" Michonne called through the thick wooden door. 

"I'm doing fine, almost done." I answered and took my hair out of the bun it was in. My hair fell across my shoulders and I sighed looking at my face in the mirror. I had two small scars on my cheeks. I ran my fingers over them, feeling the roughness under my fingertips. My brown eyes twinkled under the bathroom lights. I didn't look sad and I didn't look happy. I was in between.

When I walked out of the bathroom, Negan and Rick were standing in front of each other. The air was heavy with tension. They were face to face and both wore a scowl. 

"Prick, you are seriously testing my fucking patience right now. Step the fuck back." Negan growled in his face. Rick's eyes were filled with anger and Negan's copied his. 

"What's going on?" I asked, looking to Rick. My voice seemed to snap them out of whatever they were fighting about. Rick looked to me and the anger diminished from his eyes.

Rick looked back to Negan and glared but then walked over to me. I was standing outside the door to the bathroom with folded clothes in my hands. I watched Rick with my eyes as he walked towards me.

"It's nothing. He just informed me that Rosita's actions doubled the amount of supplies we need to get him." He said, pinching the bridge of his nose. My eyes flickered to Negan and I shook my head. He shrugged and twirled Lucille, bringing her up on to his shoulder. I sighed softly and nodded at Rick.

Negan had started to regain his color. Carl told me that when I arrived here, I was almost dead. My breathing slowed down so badly that they had to actually revive me once. The amount of blood I lost was unheard of. My blood type was rare and Negan happened to have the same type. Of course he did. He did a blood transfusion 3 times for me. 3 times. He saved my life again. 

Carl also told me that Eugene was taken to the Sanctuary and Olivia was killed. It wasn't Negan's orders but Simon's. 

"Let's get going, kitten. Daddy's got things to do." Negan shouted. I scrunched my nose at the name he gave himself. Rick shut his eyes and sighed.

"Can you give us just a second?" Rick said, not turning to him. I tensed as Negan looked to him and started towards us. He got close to Rick and leaned towards his ear from behind. Rick was frozen. I had never seen him like this. Negan really messed all of us up. 

"Yes you may. But I think you forgot something." He said chuckling. Rick closed his eyes and looked to the ground. Negan started clicking his tongue, waiting for Rick to oblige.

"Please." Rick pleaded, the pain evident in his voice. Negan laughed lightly and looked at me up and down, winking. He was so different around other people. I guess he had to act that way around people to keep his authority. It made sense. I think.