Trust

Chapter One: "Who are you"

[ Negan]

It's been years since I've felt this low in my life. Lucille's gone and forgotten like my wife.
"I needed to be with Lucille, I couldn't live like this anymore I need my Lucille back and to get out of this cell and get my shit back in order where I left off."
     "You are talking to yourself." Came a voice from the distance that broke my train of thought.
   "Who's there!" I growled out.
     I heard movement from afar like it was coming from a cell across from me.
   "What's your name!?" I asked, quickly while looking around in the dark cell.

"Ron." Came the shy voice.

   "I'm Negan......"

           The silence was getting unbearable after that so I started up a conversation with Ron.
  "So, how long have you been down here?"
     When I didn't get an answer I thought Ron was asleep or something until I heard him clear his throat.

"Almost 3 years..." Ron said.
   I looked over at the cell "why?" I asked skeptical.
  "About 3 years ago, I shot a kids eye out and nearly died." He said and went quiet afterwards.
"Wow, that's some fucked up shit, did you kill the kid?" I asked with a teasing smile.
   "No, I wasn't even aiming for him, I was aiming for someone else but..I was knocked unconscious and lost control and I just...I pulled the trigger and then blacked out.
    "Wow, that's fucked up, and I know what you mean I've wanted to kill this guy named Rick Grimes for a long time after he and his people slaughtered a lot of my men but now my people betrayed me and they all work at Hilltop or Alexandria."

        "Who's Lucille?" Ron asked.

    That question caught me off guard and I smiled.
"Lucille was my wife and I named my bat after her.
   I guess Ron didn't like the name since he didn't say anything back about Lucille so I figured he's asleep.
   "Sleep well Ron, looks like we'll both be pissing our pants in these cells." I said before drifting off in my own world where I wasn't stuck in this prison.

                                      [ Ron ]

I woke up with sweat pouring down my forehead another nightmare I sat up, breathing hard until I heard a voice, a man's voice and he seemed to be talking to himself almost like he was lost.
   I tried to slow my breathing before I found my confidence to talk to the stranger.
   "You are talking to yourself." I said nervously and once he heard me I regretted saying anything.
   "Who's there!" I heard his voice say.
   I scrambled backwards towards the wall so I could be in the shadows so the stranger wouldn't see me.
    "What's your name?" The voice was softer this time which made me start to relax some.

"Ron." 

   "I'm Negan....."

After introducing ourselves it got quiet again and the man "Negan" started another conversation I guess he doesn't like the silence like I did.
   Silence makes life in this cell miserable but I knew I deserved it. I nearly killed Carl.
      "So, how long have you been down here?"
  I went quiet after he asked me that, I couldn't say why or explain anything to him "hell we just met but why does it feel like it's a good thing to talk about?"
I sucked in a deep breath before clearing my throat
"Almost 3 years....I said and I went quiet again "what the hell am I doing talking to a complete stranger about my life."
"Kid, I'm guessing you did something twisted and fucked up that landed your scrawny ass down in these dirty ass cells ya?" He asked.
"Why though," I could hear his skeptic tone from here and I bit my lip before I continued.
"About 3 years ago, I shot a kids eye out and nearly died." I said and I mentally kick myself for saying my back story I'm such an idiot.
"Wow, that's some fucked up shit, did you kill the kid?" He asked teasingly.
"No, I wasn't aiming for him, I was aiming for someone else but.... I was knocked unconscious and I lost control and I just.....I pulled the trigger and then I blacked out." I said and immediately went quiet again. "Maybe he won't bring anything up if I ignore him." I thought to myself until he broke my train of thought. "Ron, I've done way worse then just accidentally shoot a kids eye out, hell i bashed a guy in the head with my bat, and his fucking eye popped out of its socket, shit was fucking brutal."
I just shivered at the thought of that until I remembered one day awhile back when Maggie came in with my ex; Enid.
"Negan has to pay, Rick made the worst mistake bringing him here, he has to suffer, he killed Glenn and Abraham!"
"Glenn?" I asked.

"Guess you are all caught up on my back story huh?" Negan grinned.

"Not really but, why did you kill all those people?"

"You heard about that, huh?"

I nod.

"It's a long story kid, and it's very bad for kids your age." He said.

"Well we are going to be stuck in these cells for awhile so I've got time for a long story." I said smartly.
"You don't know what I've done Ron."
"Just tell me the damn story." I thought until Negan hit me with another question and I ignored him hopefully he'd think I'd fallen asleep but then I had to ask him.

"Who's Lucille?"

I heard a small chuckle before he spoke again.
"Lucille was my wife and I named my bat after her."
Now that's stupid, who's names their bats.."
I went quiet again after that weird answer so I pretended to fall asleep so we could end our strange conversation at that and sleep.

After a minute of silence I heard Negan's snores which were loud and I couldn't sleep besides i wasn't planning on sleeping the night, I'm always plunged with Nightmares so it's better if I stay awake and stare out our small windows we get.
I sighed as the night breeze hit my face
Maybe i should try and sleep again, maybe the nightmares will pass this time since I'm not alone.