Everyone's eyes were on us.
But mostly on (Y,n).
She knew what they were thinking, and so did Carl. If anyone decided to speak out and ask something stupid like 'Why is she back here?' Negan would probably kill everyone and made Rick watch as he killed his loved ones,
That sounds like something he'd do anyway. She wish she could tell them, 'It's not what you think' but she couldn't.
Negan knocks on what had Carl front door with Lucille, they waited a couple of seconds before it showing a white woman with glasses, long black hair pulled back into a ponytail and a bit on the heavy side of weight.
Her face was no longer filled with happiness to see Carl as she faced Negan instead.
With a smile, he does that familiar lean back and whistles his way in the house swinging Lucille. "You don't know me..." The young teenager whispered to her as they walked past following the man ahead of them as she mildly freaked out,
"Carl, where's--"
"Daryl is fine," he told her as she shut the door behind and Negan started to speak.
"Great, great, great, great, great, great!" He chanted as he continued to swing Lucille before turning around to face the woman, "Where's Rick?" He asked as he licked his lips, another familiar thing he did often.
"Uh-- I-- I don't--"
"Doon't caaree" He sang slightly annoyed at how nervous she was, "Where's Rick?" He asked once more leaning back just a little as he stared her down. (Y,n) held Tony close to her as she stood behind the woman with Carl behind Negan,
"Uh, out. Scavenging. For you" She said shifting where she stood while pulling the sleeves of her shirt for her to hold onto for a little bit of comfort.
"Cool," He said, "I'll wait". Carl eyeballed him from behind basically staring holes into the back of Negan's head, if only that was actually he was doing Alexandria, The Hilltop and other communities would be free.
"U-Um... He went out pretty far. They might not be back today" The more she spoke the more nervous and shaky her breath got as if she was getting ready to cry.
The young girl didn't want to admit it but she needed to buck up around Negan and hold her own,
"We're running pretty low on everything right now, we're practically starving here".
Negan did an 'Are you serious?' face and leaned back some before coming back to a straight position with a smirk on his lips, "Starving?" He asked looking her up and down while pointing,
"Really? You? By 'practically' you mean 'not really'". That was when she broke down and started crying.
She turned around and cried into her hands as he turned to Carl chuckling saying the word 'Really?' once again as (Y,n) approached him holding her baby in one arm this time.
"What the actual fuck is wrong with you? You want to keep these people in check then start by not making fun of their weight you asshole" She growled at him in a low voice not sure if Carl knew if she was being serious or just trying to get things from spiraling out of control,
"Godamn you are feisty woman..." Negan basically moaned as he stared down her then back to the crying woman.
"Excuse me... What's your name again?" He asked her she wiped her face and tried her best to stop,
"O-Olivia.." She answered.
"Olivia. I am sorry for having been so rude to you just now" She turned and looked at him confused if she had just heard him correctly while sneaking a glance towards (Y,n).
"And it looks like I'm gonna be here for a while, awaiting your fearless leader's return. And if you like... I think it would be enjoyable... to screw your brains out".
Before another word could come out of his mouth she slapped him causing Carl to take in a deep breath and purposely run his hand across (Y,n)'s thigh. Negan smiles and looks back at her while saying, "Did you see that?".
(Y,n) scoffed, "I was going to punch you but I think she has it under control" She sassed back poking her lips out while shifting to her weight to her other leg.
"Alright well, I'm just gonna put my feet up, talk to my son and wait for our stuff to get here... Olivia" He called out to her pointing a finger at her once again, "Would you be a lamb and make us some lemonade? Now, I know I left y'all keep that powered stuff so..."
"Well, I-I'm not supposed to be with--"
"Make it," he told her moving a few inches closer, his face now serious. She quickly left the living room then to the front door leaving the teens alone with the man as Negan chuckled and turned to Carl with a smile on his face, his moods were worse than a girl on her period.
Sometimes.
"Alright, kid! Take us on the grand tour".
The teens stared boringly at Negan as he walked around Carl's house barefooted, playing darts and (Y,n) started to breast feed Tony placing him underneath her shirt from the mans prying eyes.
Carl wanted to take her away from there so bad but he knew if he did shit would definitely go wrong,
As they made it to the final door Carl became nervous, "What's in this room?" He asked.
"O-Oh it's nothing, just the boiler room," Carl answered trying to stand in the way of the door but Negan holds up Lucille and plants it on the wall stopping him from going any further. "Are you serious, kid? Come on" He says pushing him aside and opening the door,
He stops, "Oh-ho my...".
There was a little girl standing up in her crib holding a stuffed elephant in her arms, she had to be at least two or three years old with short blonde hair wearing a sleeveless denim dress. She was honestly adorable.
He handed Lucille to Carl and looked at me before walking towards the little girl with a smile on his face, "Look at this little Angel" As he picks him up Carls hands grip tight around Lucille causing (Y,n) to quickly grab his arm as she moved closer to his side,
She didn't want him to die over some stupid mistake.
"What do you think (Y,n)? Anthony and this little could become right?" Negan asked moving her up and down as he walked towards the door,
"Yeah," She said honestly, looking to Carl first then back to Negan.
"There will be things that would have to change; people and the way we live... But only if we do it together".
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Property Of Negan
Fanfic(Discontinued) "He can't do that! You're not an object, he doesn't own you!" "If I had a choice do you really think I would've done it!?" ________________ It was never supposed to be this way, becoming pregnant at sixteen by the cruelest man known...
