Negan X Reader (COMPLETED ✔)

Chapter 7 Snapped

"What's up with you?" I tease him in my usual bratty tone that he hates. Negan remains mute and expressionless.
Abandoning hope of getting his attention, I watch as the familiar scenery passed.

Suddenly he snaps, "Do you like fucking embarrassing me!" his face became distorted, but his head doesn't move.

"What's embarrassing about me hugging my dad?" I ask genuinely perplexed.

He finally looks at me, "When I said that you were mine, I meant it!" he growls enraged grabbing a chunk of my hair, one hand still on the wheel.

"Things are going to be different from now on, no more special fucking treatment" he releases his grasp, returning to a stoic state.

Moments pass as we approach the Sanctuary.

He gets out slamming the door behind him, walking over to my side. He pulls me out, and I hit the same knee that I had scrapped earlier. I cry out, holding my leg.

"Dwight, get her up and put her in a cell, away from Daryl" his eyes glowing with vengeance.

Doing as he's told, Dwight grabs my forearm and yanks me up to my feet.

"Okay, I'm coming" I squeal, following behind him as he leads me to a literal hell hole.

My heart begins to race, realizing that this is what Daryl has had to endure this whole time, not knowing what Negan had in store for him.

"Here we are!" he smirks pushing me into the dirty dark cell and locking the door.

It is just me and my thoughts. I serious am regretting showing love to my father in front of Negan.

No matter how well he treated me in the beginning, he's a monster and always has been. Now, all I am is woeful in my lonesome. I bawl my eyes out as the hours tick by until I hear the cell door crack open.

"Hey there" I look up to see the silhouette of an unknown man.
The shadowy figure continues, "You okay?"

My eyes bloodshot red, I shake my head.

He steps farther into the cell, now giving me a clearer view of his face. "I'm David, I wonder if you remember me from earlier, Do you?"

I shake my head again.

"Well, I can forgive that, it was a shit storm at Alexandria. I was one of the guys that collected the guns".

Reminiscent thoughts flood my head.

I brake eye contact, lowering my eyes, but he gently grabs my chin lifting my head up, "Wow, you're pretty" he swoons.

I slowly scooch away from him. He stands up, looks outside the door then shuts it. Panic-stricken, I back myself into a corner, "Do you want to see Daryl?" he tries to negotiate with me.

I sniffle "Yes".

"Fine, but it's not something I'm supposed to do," he reaches over and rubs his hand up and down my arm. "So you have to do something you're not supposed to do, will you?" scared stiff, I don't reply.

He anxiously crawls towards me and forces his hand under my shirt. I shriek, fighting off his invasive traveling fingers, I make a run for the door, but he tackles me to the ground.

"Fighting is just going to make it last longer, which for the record, its fine by me". His hard erection presses into my ass, he starts undoing his belt.

I beg for help, but my pleas fall on deaf ears through the soundproof walls. When his pants gave way, he tugs down my shorts and panties, threatening to choke me if I resist.

He enters me from behind, holding on to my hips like handlebars.

My screams grow louder as he steadily increases speed. "Please, you're hurting me" I weep, he throws his hand over my mouth, muffling my cries.

As he approaches climax, he pulls out and cums on my ass. Groaning and moaning from pleasure he stands and dresses.

Still lying on the floor he comes and pulls my shorts up, as I whimper in agony."You tell anybody, and I'll come back and strangle the life out of you" he opens and closes the door.