Info: song imagine based off of Bad Things by Rayland Baxter
warnings: swearing
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I was standing by the river watching my bridge burn down I was standing by the river watching my bridge burn down Cause I done a bad thing and I'm paying it for all right now Oh I've done a bad thing and I'm paying it for all right now
Negan stood at the head of his table at the sanctuary, looking at what he had created. The walkers on the chain link, guards on watch. Thought about all his saviors who worked for him, worked with him to keep this up. It wasn't easy or done without bloodshed but this was his. But every time something or someone came to test him and his community, he knew it was just what he had done to make this. Either way, he wouldn't let anything take his empire from him. When he killed the two men of Ricks group, they came back and he paid for their wrath and grief. He underestimated them but he'd win in the end, he always did.
Hey there doctor, tell me what do you see? Cause I got a bad disease and need of your remedy
Y/n was who he went to. She and him had no defined relationship but they were happy. She was whatever he needed her to be. Recently she played therapist.
"What do you see?" He asked as she made herself comfortable on the couch across from his in his room.
"What do you mean? You look fine. Are you sick?" She asked, looking harder at his features.
"I mean inside, what do you see inside?" He clarified, placing his hands under his chin while he waited for her reply.
"You clearly have an answer in your head and you want to know if I see what you do"
And I've been aching from my head to my toes I've been aching so much that I just don't ache no more But there is a one thing that I need you to see And you ain't never met a man sick as me
"I just, I'm a bad man, y/n. What I did to get this, it wasn't fucking good, not at all. But I'm so used to it I don't think about it anymore, it doesn't make me sick the way it used to" he answered for her as she wasn't going to reply.
"But right now it's sinking in," she finished his thought "we're all bad people, negan. No one around anymore hasn't done things that they wouldn't ever imagine they would before"
"I don't want your fucking sympathy. I want you to look me in my eyes and tell me I'm the sickest man you've ever met" he shouted as he flew onto his feet, his frame hovering over hers.
"I'm not going to tell you that Negan because I don't believe it" she scrunched her brows from below him, not surrendering to him.
"I am"
Hey mister bartender You see my tremblin' hands You know I need a drink and I need it so bad Cause I don't know...Lordy what I just done
