Last One Fighting ~ Negan Fanfic

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Hello friends! Another update for you! I'm so excited to put this one out. I'm going to be deviating from canon from now on, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Happy Reading!

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Negan
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I was beyond pissed. I was done. Beyond done. This had been a total fuck up and it was Simon's fault. The bastard couldn't keep it together one more goddamn day. He had endangered every single one of us because he couldn't keep his ego in check. He had endangered our soldiers, The Sanctuary, our alliance with the Hilltop, and above all Jo. None of which was acceptable.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.

None of this should have happened. The response of the people of Hilltop was expected. I didn't blame them for fighting back when they were attacked inside their walls. In fact, I would have been disappointed if they hadn't. I wasn't going to punish them for defending their home. Not having fighters was their weakness, but even the farmers would fight if they were attacked. Simon had underestimated them.

I wasn't sure if the relationship could ever be saved, or if it was going to have to be the stick to keep them in line now. I was betting so. They might have forgiven a beating, but killing the teenager had been the final nail in the coffin. No one was going to forgive that.

I glanced out of the corner of my eye. Jo was sitting silently, staring down at her hands. She was blaming herself for what happened. I could see it and there was nothing I could do about it, not yet. I was too damn pissed off to be able to make her feel better. I was still shaking with the desire to beat Simon's head in for his stupidity.

Jo was sitting close to the door, as far from me as possible. I wasn't sure that I had necessarily scared her, but she was being very, very careful of me. She was sensitive to my mood, always had been and I hated that she thought she needed to give me so much space. At least I hoped that's what was happening and that she wasn't wallowing in guilt and blaming herself. She hadn't done a thing wrong.

I glanced towards her and there was a small trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth. My rage rose once again. I should have bashed Simon's brains in a left him in the dirt for the farmers to clean up. There had been one damn fighter in the whole place and of course Jo had thrown herself straight at him. She had nearly slit his throat too. It might have been better if she had. Leaving someone like that behind us after what happened could be dangerous. But she would have felt bad about that later.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel until it hurt. Jo should never have been in that situation. I thought I was fine bringing her along to see the other communities, but what happened today made me want to drag her back to the factory and lock her up. She had been through so much I wanted to protect her from the world and I couldn't.

I hated that feeling. It felt weak as shit. And I hated anything that was weak. Weakness into strength, but there was no way to do that when it came to Jo. If I was the Hilltop I would be coming after us with everything they had and the song and dance put Jo right in the crosshairs for anyone looking to hurt me.

Dwight had done his job today, but there was going to need to be a guard with her twenty-four seven. Dwight and Arat were good, but I was going to need to find someone else she was willing to work with. It wasn't safe anymore and I couldn't protect her all the time. I knew how much that was going to piss her off. I wasn't looking forward to that conversation, but it had to happen.

I was also going to have to do something about Simon as soon as we got back. It couldn't wait. The bastard had finally forced my hand. Maybe it was what he was after all along, but he had picked a hell of a way to do it. We had a long history him and I and I never thought it would come down to something as shitty as this. I had always thought of Simon as being a straight shooter, but this backstabby bullshit was going to end, one way or another.