𝑨 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚. (𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏)

{22} All Bark No Bite

"I thought I loved you"

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Each person dealt with their anger in many different ways. Some were violent, others were passive-aggressive, argumentative, straight or upfront, but if you were like Brooklyn, you would deal with it in a variety of ways, depending on the situation.

Right now though, the girl was stood outside Negan's room. She was shaking- not with nerves, but with fury. Instead of knocking, she decided to make her own grand entrance and catch the man off guard by bursting through.

Just like she'd imagined, the leader was sat at his desk with stacks of files and papers messily splayed everywhere. He hadn't actually noticed her yet since he was to engrossed in his work and had his back facing her.

Fed up, Brooklyn loudly cleared her throat, tapping her foot against the carpet in annoyance. Slowly, Negan staggered round, his movements were slow and dreary, which was completely unlike him. His eyes were tired looking, full of inflamed cerise veins and sunken in to the violet bags that surrounded his pallid skin.

If she was honest, a part of her wanted to rush over to his side and ask if he was alright but instead she stayed strong and put on a brave face. When he finally glanced in her direction, he scoffed, "look who finally decided to fucking show up!"

Brooklyn pursed her lips, shaking her head in disbelief, "yeah well, considering the sanctuary was under attack, you're lucky I'm even here- what the fuck is wrong with you? You look like shit," she watched in amusement as he hardened his glare.

"I know I say this every time sweetheart, but I fucking love that dirty mouth of yours!" The corners of his lips were strung upwards in to a sarcastic grin, making Brooklyn's blood boil at his carelessness, "it's hot as hell!"

Something was up with him but the girl couldn't figure it out, "shut up Negan, you really hurt me and if you're just gonna sit there and act like nothing happened then you really are an asshole!" She raised a brow as the man stood up, emitting a grunt.

He stumbled over, his lips twitching in what was assumed to be his cocky smirk, "and you're only figuring that out now?" He slurred, a certain smell lingered in his breath, each word coated in what Brooklyn knew to be alcohol. She scrunched her nose, pushing him away, "screw you, you've been drinking and I'm not dealing with your sorry ass!"

Negan narrowed his eyes, glowering at her with an expression of hatred, "you know darlin', I've let you get away with fucking everything since you've been here, but now?" He took a breath, the burning stench of liquor wafting against Brooklyn's cheek, "now you're getting too damn confident for your own fucking good!"

"You won't do shit to me, because really, you're afraid! With me, you're all bark no bite! But, I do want you to know something," Brooklyn gazed at him, her glossy eyes full of despair, "I thought I loved you. In fact, I was so fucking close to telling you that I did love you. But after all this? I was wrong. I mean, d'you know how many times I've defended you to other people, even when they've said what a horrible person you are? I've sat there and told people that you're funny a-and caring! Hell, I even lost my two best friends because of you! Because I was stupid enough to believe that you were a good man!" She ran her gnarly fingers through the clumps of her thick hair, "I really thought that me and you could be a thing- but it's obvious now that it'll never happen. Those things you said? The way you reacted? That was fucked up, and now you have to live with it. You have to live with the fact that I'll never take your sorry fucking ass back!" Poking his chest, Brooklyn scowled, "don't cry though! I'm sure your wives will still be desperate to have you!"