Negan X Reader (COMPLETED ✔)

Chapter 17 Rue The Day

I overhear the conversation escalating and rush to Negan's side, "Woah, hold on, we just came to talk" I nudge him, "Didn't we Negan".

The two men stare each other down for a moment until the unknown man's eyes shift to me, "And who is this beauty?" He holds his hand out, but Negan pushes it away before I could reach for it.

"Who she is, is none of your concern!"

Getting under Negan's skin has become my favorite pastime,

I move in front of him to shake the man's hand, "I'm y/n, nice to meet you"
He grins undressing me with his eyes, "Pleasure to meet you too, I'm Paul but everyone calls me Jesus".

"That's a little narcissistic, don't ya think" I jokingly say to him.

"Its cause the hair and the beard" he chuckles playing with his facial hair.

Negan's face flushes red, "Can we just get this over with" his voice carries causing people to glance over at us.

Paul breaks eye contact and glares at him, "Fine, all I want is the hilltop and kingdom, you can have whatever shit-hole communities are left over" he begins to walk away.

"No deal, ass-wipe" Negan swings Lucile but is immediately taken down by the militia.

"Stop it! Get off him" I cry out, the rest of the Saviors fight back in defense of their leader. As each seconds pass, the atmosphere is becoming more violent.

Simon punches and kicks his way through the crowd until he reaches Negan and return us both to safety.

Realizing how disadvantaged we are at this point he orders his men to retreat. The saviors follow his commands, strategically making their way back to their vehicles without leaving any openings for their opponents to get the upper hand.

When Negan sticks the keys into the ignition, a daring idea comes to mind. I hop over Simon's lap escaping the truck.

I bolt pass Paul's men, my eyes catch his, I jump into his arms. "Please don't let him take me" I fake cry into his chest.
"Aww, don't worry honey, there's always a spot open in the militia"

I whip my 'tears' on to his jacket, "Thanks, you're-"

"y/n what the fuck are you doing?" Simon approaches us, attempting to pull me from the enemy's arms, "Get the fuck back in the truck, before Negan sees this shit".

I lift my head, "I want him to see", Paul backs me up, "She doesn't have to go anywhere or do anything, Negan or whatever his name is, can suck my dick"

I chuckle at his comment.

"You have five seconds to come to your senses before Negan comes out here" his eyebrows raise as he threatens me.

"Ugh, I have to go" I look at Paul releasing my grip on him.
"Are you sure?" his eyes show disappointment. "Yeah, I gotta go" I walk back to the truck with Simon as he scolds me all the way there.

I sit in my usual seat between them.

"What the fuck is your problem!" Negan yells roughly placing his hand on my shoulder. My eyes stay focused on the windshield as the engine starts.

He lets out a grunt and grabs me by my chin, "You better start talking now!"
My eyes meet his and I mutter "Michonne" and snatch away.

He rolls his eyes, "Really, y/n you're still on this shit? I thought you were over that"

"How could I be, she was my friend!" reminiscing makes tears fill my eyes but Negan doesn't show empathy, "How many fucking times do I have to apologize?"

I stay silent.

Simon interrupts the screaming match, "You seriously need to control her, she's making us look weak" Negan's eyes dart to him, "What happened?"

"She was in his arms cryin' like a damsel in distress"

Negan snaps at me, "You got to be fucking kidding me" he fists my hair causing me to cry out, "When we get home, you're goin' back in your cell, bitch" He lets go, my body jerking forward.

The long trip to the Sanctuary consisted of threats and fits of rage, he was going to make me rue the day I crossed him.

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The cell door shuts behind me, the loud bang causing me to flinch. I was back to square one, scared and unsure of what my future holds.

🎶We're on easy street and it feels so sweet.🎶

Not this shit again, Negan must be extremely pissed at me.

Surrounded by four concrete walls, there is nothing else to do but stare at them. I look at the rust that had started to chip off by passed time, or gouged by other captives.

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I'm slowly going mad, theorizing absurd meanings from the wall's blank stare. My only human contact being when Laura or Joey brings me disgusting cat food sandwiches.

The dark room prevents me from keeping track of time but guessing from the feeding schedule, I've been locked up for at least three days.

Light creeps into the room as the door opens, I roll over to Dwight standing above me. I haven't seen him since the day we slept together.

"He's letting me out?"

"Yeah, but you're workin' for points now" He hands me a new pair of clothes.

"I'm cool with that" I start changing, "betcha he's back with his wives, isn't he?" I sarcastically chuckle pulling the shirt over my head.

He remorsefully nods, and I follow him out the cell.