Devilish Soul (Negan x reader)

vii. new perspective

Something had changed inside of him. I couldn't quite figure it out...

*

I didn't figure it out until a week later, when Negan came up to me, asking if I wanted my own room in the sanctuary. My own? What made him change his mind?

I accepted the offer, as I'd been sleeping on that damn blanket on the floor for two weeks now, and I always felt so sore. He smiled his devilish little smirk and led me down the hallway to a door to the left of his room. "Well, here it is." He said, motioning toward the door.

I grabbed the handle, opening the door to find a decently sized room with: a small bed, a small kitchen area, and one small couch. I walked in, looking around curiously. Turning to him, I asked "why?"

A surprised look came upon his face as he heard me ask. "Well, I feel like you've earned it. You've become one of us, and for that you've earned your own place." He said, walking toward the couch, patting the cushion beside him. "Come sit."

I followed, sitting down beside him, watching his every move. He gently placed his arm around me, a different kind of smile on his face. A kind smile.

*

The sanctuary felt different in the days following. I felt less and less like a prisoner, and more like maybe this place wasn't so bad. Don't get me wrong, I missed my family deeply still, thinking about them every night as I went to sleep, throughout the day, hoping they'd be safe out there. I wanted so badly for them to come find me so we could all live here together.

*

I'd grown quite accustomed to being around Negan surprisingly. He'd changed since day one, and I couldn't quite figure out why. Was it pity? Or was he just trying to hook up with me? I wasn't sure.

*

A knock on my door startled me as I lay on my bed, resting. I jumped up, hurrying to the door. As I opened it, it was him. Negan. "Hello? I thought we weren't going on a supply run until tomorrow?" I asked, confused. He nodded, "Well yes that's tomorrow, but I was hoping maybe you'd like to have dinner with me tonight...?" He said, leaning against the doorway. I felt heat rush to my face, it was getting redder by the minute. I'd never... he's asking me to what...?!?

I cleared my throat, shuffling my feet a bit. "W-well I guess that sounds nice..." I said nervously. I'd never eaten dinner with someone like that before. I was the typical loner in school for as long as I could remember. Even in my last year of college.

He smiled, "okay then, I'll be back in a few hours to get you then." He said, handing me a watch. I held it in my hand, looking at the little hands inside ticking. I hadn't had any perspective on time for months, so this was huge. I unbuckled the strap, putting it to my wrist, clipping it on. I hadn't worn a watch since I was a little kid. The memory of a small blue Finding Nemo watch flashed in my mind. The image of my mom strapping it to my little wrist as I stood there in awe of the little thing made a tear come to my eye.

Negan noticed, and wiped the year from my face gently. "You ok?" He asked softly, an empathetic look on his face. I nodded, sniffling a bit. "Yeah, I'm okay... just a memory..." I said shrugging it off as best as I could. He nodded, "okay." As he turned to walk away, and headed into his room.

*

A few hours passed and another knock sounded on my door, gentler this time. "(Y/n)?" A raspy voice spoke from outside the door. It was Negan.

I opened the door, a gentle smile on my face. "I'm ready." I said, as he held out his hand, which was surprisingly soft as I took it with mine. He led me to his room, which was adorned with candles and the little table between the couches had two plates of food atop it. It looked so nice. The calmest looking place I'd seen since this whole apocalypse started. He gently led me to the couch, sitting on the one across from me with a compassionate smile. I smiled, unsure if I wanted to at first, but did.

He motioned toward the food. "I hope you like spaghetti." He said, the plates on the table decorated with a pile of warm spaghetti, red tomato sauce neatly put on top. "I made it myself." He said, smiling. His smile wasn't cocky and arrogant any more, but was seemingly staying kind. Which was strange, because he was the one who kidnapped me a month ago.... but for some strange reason, I was drawn to his aura. He drew me in like a honeybee to nectar.

I picked up my fork, twirling noddles around it, bringing it to my mouth. Wow this is amazing! I thought as I went in for another fork-full of the delicious pasta. Negan looked up at me, awaiting approval of the dish. I smiled, and he continued eating his.

He stood up, putting his fork down and heading to a small fridge in his mini kitchen, bringing out a bottle of wine. "Want some?" He asked, grabbing two glimmering wine glasses. I nodded, smiling. "Sure."

He walked back over, filling the glasses halfway, setting one down gently in front of me, setting the bottle down on the table. He smiled, taking a drink of his, he made a face that made me laugh. "What? Something wrong with it?" I asked putting my glass down.

He shook his head, "No, I'm just more of a whiskey guy, that's all." He said, taking another forced drink of the wine. I laughed, taking a drink from my glass. Wow this is really sweet. I thought, making a face similar to his. He laughed at my expression, "you too, huh?" He asked, I nodded. " I guess so!" I said, laughing softly.

He got up, grabbing the glasses from the table, dumping them into the sink. He went back into the cabinet and pulled out two thicker glasses and a small bottle of whiskey. He poured two glasses, bringing one to me. I took it, taking a drink. He smiled.

*

Dinner was lovely. The first real meal I'd had in almost a year. A flashback came to my head of my family and I scavenging for even a can of applesauce. Those days were hard. I missed them so much....

*

The night ended unexpectedly, as we'd drank so much whiskey I'd somehow decided to stay with Negan in his room. I'd clambered my way over couch he sat on, leaning against him. He smiled, kissing the top of my head.

I turned to him, pulling his face close, planting my lips onto his, his eyes widening in surprise at first, but then he closed them, kissing back gently.

Long story short, that was my first time doing anything of that sort. But I enjoyed it because for some odd reason, I was drawn to him. He was utterly magnetic and I couldn't stop myself.

That's how it all began with us.