Last One Fighting ~ Negan Fanfic

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I hope you are all doing well and staying safe. My state is still in quarantine lockdown but I'm an essential worker. It's been tough to find time to write so this one took a while because I wanted to get it just right. Here we go friends!

Happy Reading!

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Negan
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I was so sick of this prick if I didn't get him out of my sight I wasn't going to be able to control my mounting need to gut him. I wanted Rick dead.

Jo and I had talked about the different faces we wore, the balance between being The Man and being myself. I had never felt so torn before today. As leader of Sanctuary we needed these people alive and working for us. As a man, as myself, as just Negan, the bastard who loved Jo with every part of me, I wanted these sons of bitches dead and bloody at my feet. I wanted to torture them in the most horrific and gruesome ways I could imagine for the pain they had caused my Jo.

I snorted humorlessly.

She wasn't even my Jo anymore. She was a shell of that person. My Jo had been so strong that staring at her was like looking into the sun. She was a true queen, and one I would have kisssd her damn feet and followed her for the rest of my miserable life. But Now I couldn't even trust her to take care of herself outside the fence. I couldn't trust the calls she would make or the people who might follow her. They had taken her from me as surely as if they had put a bullet in her brain. And I hated them for it.

I grabbed Rick by his collar and shoved him out of the door into the dirt of the clearing. He tumbled down the steps and by the time I followed him he hadn't gotten back to his feet. His eyes were locked on his people and the two dead bodies with their brains splattered in the gravel.

They deserved so much more, so much worse. Looking at Rick's face I realized that if I couldn't kill him because of the Sanctuary, I could hurt him for Jo. I could torment him in ways he hadn't even thought of until I haunted his nightmares for what he had done and taken from me. And I would do it with a smile on my face.

I grabbed him by his collar and dragged him towards the others. I threw him down at my feet just inches away from the bloody spray of his friends' brains.

"Here we are...let me ask you something Rick. Do you even know what that little trip was about?"

Dead silence met my question. I looked over Rick's people. All of them looked scared shitless, just like I wanted them, but Rick didn't. Rick looked over his people and there was still a defiant set to his jaw. I was going to have to take care of that.

"Speak when spoken to!" I demanded.

Rick was panting on his hands and knees at my feet. "Okay," he whispered. "Okay."

I stared down at him grimly. "That trip was about the way you looked at me. I wanted to change that. I wanted you to understand," I pressed my lips together in disappointment and gave him a small shrug. "But you're still looking at me the same damn way..." I dragged off, staring down at him. "Like I shit in your scrambled eggs...and that's not gonna work. So..." I dragged off looking back over the circle of his people. Everyone but The Hard-ass and The Kid either had tears streaming down their faces or looked completely shell shocked.

I crouched down next to Rick. "Do I give you another chance?" I asked rhetorically. I pressed my lips together and stared down at the blood that coated Lucille.

"Yeah," he croaked. "Yes," he said a moment later, looking for once like he was afraid of what my reaction might be when he didn't answer right the first time.