Mine

First Meeting

"Ivy! Ivy get the hell up!" I get jostled from my sleep from a screaming Daryl Dixon. I shoot up and I'm about to kick him in the nuts for waking me so violently until I saw the clock said I was 5 mins late from starting my work for the day. Great.

"Yeah, yeah I'm awake, but if you ever wake me up like that again I'm shoving that crossbow in your ass!" Daryl puts his hands up in the air in defeat. "Okay I get it but just so you know Rick is probably angry at you for being late. I however could give a shit if that asshole Negan ever ate again but hey gotta go by Papa Rick's rules."

Negan, he has been locked in a cell for quite sometime now. This will be my first day tending to him and it's only because Tara had other duties she had to attend to today. I am new here so I guess they want to get me acquainted with every job there is to do here, including feeding the devil as he had famously became known. The people of Alexandria told me all that Negan has done to them. Killing their family and then making their lives a living hell until Rick slit his throat and threw him in a cell. Now he sits there constantly until someone, usually Tara, feeds him and makes sure he doesn't try anything stupid. I suppose that is what one does in prison, right?

I throw some water on my face and then brushed my teeth. Brushing my teeth always makes me feel like I'm washing the dirt away from the previous day. Even if I don't shower it makes me feel clean. It's starting to get cold out so I grabbed jeans, a sweater, boots and my leather jacket and headed downstairs. I went to the kitchen and grabbed myself some lemonade and drank it down as well as an apple. I head out the front door and make my way down the street. Rick is out making rounds and I run into him a few houses down discussing new building plans with Mark.

"Hey Rick!" I say as I walk up to him. He turns and looks my way.

Hi Ivy you ready to go serve breakfast to Negan?"

"Yes, I'm ready. Just tell me what to do and I'll get it done." I eagerly say ready to do something new. I have always been one to get bored easily. I have no idea how people do the same job for 40 plus years. I would absolutely go nuts.

Rick speaks up again, "Okay so you can go and grab some breakfast that Carol made and she knows you are taking it to the cell. There is a guard that will let you in. Then you head down the stairs and well you pretty much know what to do after that. He won't hurt you because he can't get out. Do not get too close to the bars and never under any circumstances go inside the bars for any reason. You simply can slip the food tray under the cell and be on your way. You got it?"

"Yes! Got it. I won't go near the cell and I will take him his tray and be out in a jiffy" I give Rick a smile and turn and head to Carol's house.

I walk up to Carol's porch steps and climb them. I knock on the door. I already smell the heavenly aroma of breakfast cooking while standing on her porch. I hear a loud "come in" so I turn the knob and let myself in. I find Carol in the kitchen and boy does she ever have breakfast. Bacon, eggs and toast with some coffee brewing. My mouth waters because all I had was an apple.

"Hey Carol, how are you this morning? It sure smells good in here!" I say as I walk to the island and see she already has what I assume is Negan's tray ready.

"I am okay today Ivy. I hear Rick has you taking Negan his food this morning ?" She asks with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, that's right. I am trying out different jobs here. Doing the same one gets old fast." Looking at Carol's expression of mixed emotions. Why does everyone act like it's a huge deal that I take Negan his food ? It's not like he is going to summon me to the jail bars and eat my soul.

"Well there is his tray" She motions to the tray on the bar. "Better get moving. The guard knows to let you down into the cell. Remember just slide the tray under the bars and try not to make eye contact because he will just start on his shit talking".

I grab the tray. "Thanks Carol, see you later." I continue and walk out the door and back down the steps. The cell is underground a few buildings down. The building itself looks like what used to be a town hall. I start to get a little nervy. I am am usually not scared of anything, but everyone here has got me so worked up about this today. I mean how hard can it be to drop off food and come the hell back up the steps?

I get to the front door and let myself in. The hallway is long to the back where the cell is. There is a guard standing at the door. I'm not sure if his name yet. "Hello" I squeak. "I am Ivy, uh I am supposed to bring him his food". She holds up the tray.

"Okay, just make it quick and don't do anything stupid!" He opens the door and steps aside.

I go inside the door and he closes it behind me. Well he was rather rude. "Hmmmph" I mutter. I look down the stairs. It was rather dark and kind of creepy looking down there. I make my way down the stairs as I get to the bottom I see the cell bars to my left. It's not very well lit but I walk up to them anyway. I sit the tray down and scoot it under the bars.

"What's it today Ricky boy? Shit on toast or runny shit on toast?" Growled a deep velvety voice from the darkness of the cell.