Loving the Enemy [ Negan x reader ] ~ Discontinued

{Chapter 14}

Y/n POV

On the way to Alexandria, I had a horrible feeling in my gut, like something bad was foreseeable to come. My breathing got a little louder, and my hands began to sweat. Negan turned his head towards me and saw that I was beginning to have an anxiety attack. 

"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. Everything will be okay. Nothing is going to happen to you, or me."

"It's just that I have a bad feeling, and yeah it could be a complete overreaction, but it could also not be, you know? Like what if my kid brother or baby sister gets hurt or something?"

"He should know well enough to get out of there with her, because something could happen. Everything will be okay. I promise."

I sat closer to Negan, grabbing onto his hand that is not on the wheel. I held it tighter and tighter as we got closer to my home. Once we arrived, Negan got out of the vehicle, he knocked on the gate with Lucille for a second, and then Eugine gave him a megaphone, I guess in order for him to make a point. As Negan began to make a speech to them, I got out of the truck and walked next to him. I grabbed onto his jacket, as his hand wasn't by me at the time, and tried to calm myself down. 

"You may be wondering why the hell your look outs didn't sound the alarm. See, we are polite. I mean, I don't know when they're gonna wake up from that kinda shot, but they should wake up. So let's just cut through the cow shit--you lose. It's over. So you're gonna line up in front of your little houses, and you're gonna work up some apologies, and then the person with the lamest one is gonna get killed. Then I kill Rick in front of everybody, and we move on. You have three--count 'em, three minutes to open this gate, or we start bombing the shit out of you!"

Negan began to whistle into the megaphone. After about two minutes, Negan brought the Megaphone to his lips again.

"Two minutes people. Dig deep. I want these apologies to be memorable. Bonus points for creativity. Work up a poem, sing a song. I love that shit."

The whistling continued. Negan brought my small frame to his side, as he felt like I was nervous. He looked down at me, reassuring me that everything would be okay. 

"One minute! One minute!"

"Okeydokey. Brought this on yourself, Rick. See, I was willing to work with you. All you had to do was follow a few very simple rules. Now -- Well, now I see that you got to go. Scorched earth, you dick!"

Before I knew it, Carl climbed up onto the stand, and began talking to Negan and I. But Carl didn't have the same coloring as he did over a month ago, no he was grey and pale. What happened?

"He's not home."

"Oh-ho-holy shit! Everybody hold your fire. It's Carl. Look at you. Answering the door like a big boy. I am so proud. Daddy's not home, huh? Well, I guess he's gonna get back to a big old smoky surprise."

"There's families in here. Kids. Mine and Y/n's little sister."

"Well, that shit just breaks my heart. There's kids at the Sanctuary. You must've seen 'em. Even had a little baby at one of the outposts. I wonder what happened to her. None of this shit's fair, kid."

"Carl, please jus-"

"Hell you know that. You had to kill your own mom. That is screwed up. Ergo, we need someone in charge who's willing to do whatever it takes to make sure that shit doesn't happen. Oh. Wait! Thats me." Negan cut me off.

"Bad stuff does happen, but we can figure this out. We can stop this."

"Oh, now you want to talk? See, your dad had it that I and Y/n died, no matter what. He gave my people a choice. Not me. Now we're going to need a new understanding. Apologies, punish--"