Negan and Harmony

Negan and Harmony PART TWO

   The truck pulled into what you figured was the sanctuary. Your grip on Negans arm tightening as you looked out the window to see men with guns guarding large gates. Negan stepped out with you and allowed you to walk by his side as everyone stopped what they were doing at his presence, some even kneeling as he walked on by without acknowledging a soul.
Negan walked you down a long hall and stopped at a large metal door, pulling out a set of keys and unlocking it as you looked behind you.
"Relax, doll. No ones coming here." He spoke in the same arrogant tone he had from the moment you met him. He opened the door and looked over at you with a smirk, waving his hand out to let you in first.
"You first, my lady." He spoke playfully making it easier for you to relax. Quietly stepping one foot inside the room you slowly let go of Negans arm.
"There you go.." his husky voice filled the room before you jumped up at the sound of the door closing behind you making you quickly turn. He noticed you instantly get uneasy at the closed door and turned the knob leaving the door slightly cracked open.
"Better?"
Your eyes followed as Negan walked towards a desk of his and put down his bat, took out his gun placed it on the table and proceeded to take off his leather jacket. A knock on the door made the two of you turn to find a rather large man step inside.
"Please tell me you've got some news on our brave lost boy, David." Negan scratched his chin with a sigh.
"Nothing, sir. I've tried tracking him but he seems to have covered his tracks pretty good."
"Or maybe you just fucking suck at tracking." Negan murmured with a deep sigh. He turned his back and pulled out a dark bottle of liquor pouring himself just enough to take a sip. You didn't want to look but the second that Negan turned, you felt the man beside you staring at you. Something about this mans eyes left you feeling more uneasy than you already were when Negan suddenly turned making the guy look away. A breath of relief left your lips as Negan looked over at David.
"Anything else?" He asked with a raised brow before the man nervously responded.
"N-no, sir. That's all."
"Well then-" Negan leaned back with a sarcastic look.
"Leave."
"Yes of course, sir."
David left the room with you looking in his direction before Negans voice distracted you.
"He's harmless. A fucking fat ass, but harmless." Negan assured you, making his way towards you.
"Now...Harmony. You and I still have a few things we need to take care of."
You looked up at the man before you, he was a rather tall man, he wasn't exactly hard to look at but for some reason it was hard to keep eye contact.
"Usually, I let my men do this but since I'm such a fucking stand up guy and clearly there's just something about me you can't resist. I'll do the job." Negan spoke in a very cocky tone, you almost questioned yourself on how you allowed yourself to get close to him but you didn't say a word.
"Spread em for me." You frowned and took a step back making him chuckle.
"Should've elaborated on that, shouldn't I?" He took one more sip of his drink before placing it down behind him.
"I need to do a body check, sweetheart. So far you've been a good girl-" Negan smirked raising a brow.
"But, I still need to make sure there's no weapons on you. I can't take no chances, doll. As sweet as you look and yes...oh you look very sweet, I still need to cover myself first." This meant he had to put his hands on you, you weren't sure how you felt about this but it didn't matter. Negan giving you a chance to be here, it was all he asked. Quietly, you nodded and spread your arms and legs out for him.
"Atta girl." Negan was careful when he placed his large hands on your arms knowing how anxious you had been. You took a deep breath and nervously looked around the room as his hands made his way down to your waist. Negan didn't admit it to you, but he enjoyed feeling every curve of yours under his warm hands before making his way down to your thighs. His face now inches away from your crotch as he looked up at you with charming yet intimidating eyes.
"Spread em a little more for me, honey."
If you didn't know any better, it almost sounded as if he was actually tying to seduce you. But, from what you learned in the short period with him, the man always sounded like he had a smooth, radio host voice. Were you supposed to be aroused by this?
Negans rough hands felt on your outer thighs when he suddenly stopped at the feel of something towards your inner thigh.
You gasped.
Like an idiot, you completely forgot about the blade you had tucked in your shorts.
"Mind if I get that?" He looked up at you making you quickly, nervously nod. You felt the touch of his bare skin against a more sensitive area of your thigh, he felt you shiver at his touch and smirked before he pulled out the knife.
"I...I'm-"
"This-" Negan stood up straight with the knife in his hand.
"This is a big..big big..no no." He seemed to drag out each and every word making you all the more anxious.
"I forgot..I..wasn't going to use it..I promise. I'm sorry-" Negan chuckled at how you stuttered in desperation.
"Now, now. No need to apologize. Negans pretty good at character judgment...I don't think I had to worry about this with you. You would've tried something by now." You looked down knowing you had no intention on trying a thing. Negan studied the knife for a moment while you stood before him holding your hands nervously.
"Harmony, I got a question for you."
You looked up at him with big hazel curious eyes.
"Pardon my French but what the fuck was a young fine woman like you doing lost in the woods?"
"I..I wasn't alone."
Negan frowned with curiosity, wondering what exactly your story was. He leaned back on his desk and crossed his arms wondering what you meant.
"I was with a group of people. Good people. But..they left me. I don't think Rick and all of them meant too but-"
You didn't notice as you looked down at the ground continuing to talk, but something you said caught Negans attention.
Rick.
Negan knew exactly who Rick was. Rick was a man who killed a few of Negans men, a man Negan was out to get revenge on. As a matter of fact, one of the people in Ricks group was the one Negan had hostage at the camp who escaped.
Daryl. Brave fella.
"Good people but they left you? I don't know, honey. They don't sound all that fucking good to me."
"They were my friends." You whispered remembering the days you fished with Andrea, switched books to read with Glen, and watched Daryl eat squirrel as if it were a juicy burger on a plate. The thoughts in your head making you smile before being interpreted by Negans husky voice.
"Well, those aren't your friends anymore."
You looked up and took a deep breath.
He was right.

"How about we get you a meal and some new clothes, a welcome gift...from yours truly." Negan changed the tone of conversation, he didn't want to speak of this group all that much. He had seen enough of them and more importantly, he didn't want you knowing he knew of them.