Snap Out Of It (Negan X Reader)

Thirty

You looked down once again and shut your eyes. A million thoughts were running through your head. What were you to do now? Negan putting you in this position wasn't appreciated of course but what could you do. You were here now.

You looked up to see Rick holding a gun to your face. You swallowed as you looked down the barrel of the gun, your eyes meeting Rick's, glosses over with faint tears and a sadness in his eyes, yet they managed to portray anger too.

"I'm s-sorry." You whispered looking at him. Rick scowled slightly and swallowed his emotions back down. He breathed in deeply and gripped the gun tighter.

Negan was standing behind you, looking intently at the situation. His hand gripped Lucille tightly and he placed a hand on your shoulder. "Wouldn't do that if I were you." He said deeply, his tone warning Rick of the danger she faced if he were to pull the trigger.

Rick cocked the gun and you squeezed your eyes shut. Panic was flowing through you at a ridiculous speed and your legs felt weaker. Your back was hurting more and your ribs still felt raw from the women. You felt weak you felt fragile you felt useless. You were hurting so much you knew you weren't going to be able to move quick enough or even try to if Rick shot the gun.

Suddenly you were hauled back and you stumbled into Simon who caught you. You looked up and saw Negan holding the gun away from himself, pushing it as Rick kept hold of it. Rick was full of rage and you had never seen him so angry.

"If you ever, threaten to hurt my lady again, I will do this place some serious damage, and then some!" He viciously pushed Rick away and kept the gun with him. He fired the single shot into the sky and opened the barrel of the gun. He then shut it and shot out the remaining bullets into the air and threw the gun on the floor.

"Next time you threaten to kill her, or anyone of my people, or me, I swear to god you won't know what's coming until it hits you square in the face. And I am deadly serious." Negan growled and turned around to walk towards you. Simon still had a hold of you. "Come. We're leaving." Negan said, gesturing you to follow him as he walked out of the gates. You went to leave but Simon still held you. "Be careful." He whispered letting go. You felt a pang in your chest. He was still looking out for you, even after you shot him. Why? You turned and took one last look at the group. Your friends. You sighed. "I'm really really sorry. I'm still on your si-"

"Bullshit." Rick spat. "This is disgusting. You've changed. You used to always look out for us and now? Look what happened to you. Get out of my sight." He turned and walked away. You couldn't bear the guilt, the pain, the sadness. You left too.

You walked back to get into the truck with Negan. His men followed and soon everyone was in the truck and Negan drove off.

The ride back was fairly silent. Negan was pissed, you felt guilty and the only sound we're his men chattering amongst themselves in the back.

Once you got back to the sanctuary you got out first and started to walk. "Y/N. Wait." Negan ordered and you stopped. You turned and he was walking towards you. He put his arms on yours and spoke to you. "Do you not feel safer here?"

You took the experiences you just had into account and realized he was incorrect.

"Does it matter? Wherever I go, I'm not safe. I was shot here. I was almost shot there. If I'm out on my own I'm not safe. I got assaulted here. Wherever I am Negan, is unsafe." Your emotions were getting the better of you as you spoke and you started to tear up.

"I'm here doll, I'm-"

"No. You may be here, but you can't ever stop me feeling like I don't belong here. I don't belong anywhere now. I'm physically in pain, because of you! Twice! I almost got shot again, because of you! You just put me in danger and I can't take it anymore!" Suddenly you started to feel hot and even more weaker then before. You looked around and noticed a few people staring at you both. Including Simon.

"Please, just l-leave me alone."

"You know I'm not going to do that sweetheart, and even if I did, you'd come running back to me" he chuckled and it was annoying you that he wasn't taking this seriously.

"Will you p-please just-" you paused as you felt dizzy. "J-just l-leave-e...ahh" with that your legs have way and you passed out collapsing on the floor.

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"What are you going to do? Really take care of her? She's vulnerable, she's incredibly injured and you're taking her around, like she's some piece of damn arm candy to antagonize Rick!"

"Don't you dare question my commitment to her! You're lesser then me remember? I shouldn't have to remind you of your fucking place!"

"Whatever. If she were mine I'd do anything possible to protect her, I would certainly not be using her as bait!"

"She's not your concern! You better stop now. Or I'll demote your position to me. This is getting ridiculous now. She is mine, and only mine. Stop trying, I can take care of her from here on out. Now leave!"

"Fine. But if she gets hurt again, I will not be responsible for my actions."

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