My Lucille | ✔️

43// Dream

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•Negan's POV•

We walked for what seemed like fucking years. Those two asshats didn't know the way exactly which made us split up and look into different directions.

I couldn't help but feel the need to speak up "you two assholes know the way or not?" I growled as I walked behind them

"Yeah we do, just give us a second" Sheri said as she looked around in deep thought. "A second is hours for you, how fucking long will it take?" I said angrily as I walked ahead of them in the woods

"We're here" Dwight said as he pointed at a faint light ahead of us on the right. I sighed as I walked behind them, coming into view of a run down factory that looked old as shit.

"This is it? This is your magical place?" I asked as the guards raised their guns at me "hands up!" One of them shouted as he came to light above us.

The man had a long fucking mustache and an almost bald head that looked as clean as ever. "I said, hands up!" He ordered again as he raised his own gun

I chuckled and rubbed my beard before raising my left hand up in the air "you assholes are drawing walkers" I said calmly as I looked up at him "you think I don't know?" He said as he laughed pathetically

"Dwight and Sheri, right?" He asked as he looked the them. They nodded their heads as the doors slowly opened, making them rush inside leaving me behind

Motherfuckers "stay still or I'm gonna shoot your fucking head off" he warned as he came down the stairs of the guards and walked all the way in front of me leaving a few good feet away

"What's your name?" He asked as he narrowed his eyes at me "Negan, you?" I said as I smiled innocently. "Simon" I chuckled at his name "bad enough having a half bald head, now your name is Simon?" I said as I chuckled again.

His face expression changed to furious "put that damn bat and that knife down" i put my bat and the knife slowly on the ground before standing back up, raising both hands in the air.

He gripped my shirt and pulled me ahead of him, pushing me harder and harder.

He kept pushing me until we reached the doors to enter the damn factory, opening the door revealing hallways. He pushed me through those hallways until we reached a metal door, opening it to reveal a long table with a few chairs around it.

There were a few people sitting on the chairs, but what caught my eye was the drunken asshole who had his feet up on the table as he kept drinking.

"Sir, this is Negan, Dwight and Sheri found him and got him here" Simon said as he looked at me with hate. I smirked as I looked back at the man who doesn't have a care in the world

"And what's your fucking name?" He slurred as he looked at me. He was old, white hair and a short white beard with a leather jacket on. Didn't he fucking hear that he said my name? "I suggest we should be more respectful first, don't ya think?" I asked as I smirked widely.

This fucker won't get my name again until he answers politely. He laughed as he put his feet down and stood up, walking closer to me. I was taller, much taller while he was so short I could mistake him for a dwarf

"I said, what's your fucking name?" He asked as he looked at me. I kept my mouth shut, the smirk still on my face "if you really want to know it, ask this bald head of yours" I said as I pointed at Simon with my thumb

"His name is Negan, sir" he said as he put his hands on his belt "and I get that you have a bat?" The man said as a fat one came through the door handing him my bat in his right hand and the knife on the other