Female Reader X Female Characters

Rosita 1

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Fuck you, you sadistic bitch.

You treaded through the woods, gun held up as you scanned the area. Carl at the back, copying your movements. The rest carried Maggie like she was a feather, mostly Abraham considering the man was a tank.

"Glenn." Maggie whined, sickly pale, sweat drenching her hair.

"He's with the others, maybe they just got lost, besides Eugene's probably run into them by now." You reassured, even if you didn't completely believe so yourself. There was no way Daryl was lost, and you doubted the almost useless man had found whack shit. You stopped in front of a clearing, multiple people with guns and other weapons stood in front of an RV, Eugene. That's when you noticed everyone else, the others, some on their knees hunched over, others on all fours crying into the dirt. A man you could only recognize as Dwight disarmed you, when you fought back two more bulky men grabbed you by your arms and yanked you, kicking you in the back of the knees to collapse in between your brother, Glenn, and girlfriend, Rosita. You and Glenn held your heads up high, back straight and on your knees, even when it became painful. The others threw away their pride and lowered their gaze, their backs arched and their hands on the dirt below them. Daryl was the most distraught, a quilt wrapped around him.

"Y/N." Rosita murmured, sounding near the brink of death. You finally took your eyes off the burned man leaning against the RV, and lowered down to her level.

"Rosita" You smiled at her, she reached out to you, her hands shaking, it took you a minute, but you picked up on what she wanted, and engulfed her hand with yours, your fingers wrapped through hers.

"Pissing our pants yet?" A voice laughed, the RV door slamming shut. Still holding Rositas hand, you, Gleen, and Abraham held your heads up high, refusing to look weak or fragile. Your knees digging into the hard dirt, and your jaw clenched.

"Look at you three...admirable really. You two siblings?" He laughed, swinging his bat between you and Glenn. "You are! I can tell, you're both tough, and Chinese right?"

"Korean."

"Oh the chink can speak?" You kept quite, but noticed Gleen tense up at Negan's offensive comment. "What about you two?" He questioned, pointing his bat at you and Rosita. You didn't speak, not wanting to entertain him and his sick games. He didn't take this well, and hovered his bat over your head, glaring at you.

"She's my girlfriend! Jesus fucking christ!" Rosita yelled, terrified of what Negan would do to your stubborn ass.

"We got ourselves a couple of dykes fellas." Negan announced, causing the others to laugh. "Which one's the man?" You scoffed at that, you hated when people asked, obviously none of you were men, that's the point of being gay, no men. "What? No response? That's fine. Maybe I'll just take this little honeypie for a ride, see how she reacts. How would you feel about that chink?"

"I'd cut your dick off and shove it down Freddy Kruegers throat over there." You spat, Negan nodded, and Dwight pushed himself off the RV, heading straight for you. He grabbed a pistol from someone and hit you straight on your mouth with the back end of the handle.

"Calm down Dwight, we're all good. She's good." Negan smirked, signaling for someone to pull Dwight off of you. Rosita inched closer to you, trying her best to comfort you. Gleen reached out for you, but Negan glared him down. "I'm sorry about him, but you did insult his looks." He whispered, crouching in front of you. You took the opportunity and stared him straight in the eyes, spitting your blood filled saliva in his face.

"Now...that shit...that shit doesn't fly. But you're lucky I like you." He smiled, wiping your spit away with his glove covered hand. "But I don't like Rick, and Rick's taken away a lot of my men, so to get even. I'll be taking one of your lives, just one."
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"...It." Negan smirked, you dropped Rositas hand, feeling an invisible force press down on your chest.

"No-no. Please." You begged, grabbing Glenn and pulling him into you. Glenn sobbed against your chest, refusing to let you go.

"This is sweet and all but someone's gotta go, Rick's right hand man." He faked sympathy, with a snap of his fingers Glenn was yanked away from you and you were pinned down by four men. You struggled, screamed, cried, but the only thing you could hear was the sound of bloody flesh being hit over and over again. When the men finally let you go, you couldn't react, you laid on your stomach, staring at Glenn's body, his head turned to mush, an eyeball sitting on top of the bloody mush pile. You toned out the sounds of people fighting and yelling, not taking your eyes off your brothers body.

"I am shutting that shit down! No exceptions!" You heard. "Pick her up." Negan snarled, two of the four men picked you up and forced you back on your knees. "I showed you mercy, sympathy. I joked around with you, but now. Crossbow over here changed my mind."

"What are you gonna do to us?" Rick muttered, finally looking up at the man. Negan laughed, patting the mans cheek.

"I'm gonna take away the person holding you all together. Your right hand gal." Negan stopped in front of you, frowning slightly. "I sincerely, fron the bottom of my heart...apologize. Blame hillbilly over there." With one hit your eye popped out of its socket, blood entering your mouth and running down your head and onto the dirt below. Rosita cried loudly, begging Negan to stop, rocking in her spot in tears.

"Holy shit! Your eye completely popped out of it's socket! But you're taking it like a champ!" He laughed, as you stutterd over your words.

"Rosita, I'll find you." You spat, shaking uncontrollably. (This is the worst day of my life, I'm killing myself tomorrow)

"Wow....I would stop now. But Jesus christ that looks painful! I'll be sure to put her out of her misery." Another blow struck your skull, but you never backed down, always getting back up on your knees.

"You are the toughest shit I've come across!" Another blow, another blow. The whole time you held Rositas hand, and she couldn't let go, no matter how hard Negan had hit you. "Die already!" Negan screamed, stomping on your head repeatedly. You were gone, your brains splattering Rosita, and sticking to Negan's boot.

"Stop! Stop! Please..." Rosita sobbed, holding your limp hand. Maggie cried with her, not breathing as tears overcame her. She lost her husband and best friend in under ten minutes.

"Fucking hell...I hope you all overcome this, and I hope you all learned what the fuck happens when you fuck with Negan!"