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charliedawn · 2 years

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Imagine being Negan’s daughter and joining Rick’s group : (Warning : Very bad parenting ahead. Angst. Sad and very disturbing things happening. Minors: keep out..)

It was never your intention to get attached to the group. It was supposed to be a simple recon mission. In and out in a week. But..You hadn’t counted on the fact that you would actually get to enjoy their company and you ended up still being there 1 year later.

"Hey Y/N !"

You raised your head to look at Rick who was smiling and waving at you. You were supposed to go out today and get supplies. He had always been kind to you since the moment you had arrived to Alexandria and you had hoped that things would stay this way..but, things never do. They always change. Never stay the same.

"Hey, kiddo..Do you have a moment ?"

"Sure !"

You dusted off your hands before standing up and sitting down next to him on one of the wood logs that made out the limitations of the garden. He looked at the garden with a small proud smile before playfully ruffling your hair.

"You’ve done a great job ! The garden looks like it’ll give us enough vegetables to last the year !"

You didn’t want him to know, but you beamed under his praise..Your father had never praised you, not since the Apocalypse anyway, not since your mother had passed away..You secretly suspected that he held you accountable for her death. But, Rick saw potential in you and accepted you. He never judged you, never asked about your past. He was respectful and your heart filled with pride every time he smiled at you or tried to encourage you. 'He was a better father than Negan ever was and never will be', you thought.

"Hey, Rick ?"

He turned his face towards you, attentive and ready to listen as you opened your mouth to tell him that you wished you were his daughter, more than of the one who had actually conceived you, but closed your mouth and smiled instead.

"I’m glad we met.."

Rick let out a small chuckle before nodding.

"Well, I’m glad too, Y/N. We’ve done quite some road together and you did save me a few times so..that makes you family."

Your smile widened and you let yourself step further as to hug him. He was surprised by the sudden affectionate gesture, but welcomed it nonetheless. You stayed in each other’s hold fir a moment before he patted your back affectionately, letting you know that he had to go.

"Come on. We’re going out tonight. We better get ready. With a little luck, we’ll find chocolate somewhere."

You nodded in agreement before he stood up and your eyes followed him until he was out of sight. Your smile then vanished as you knew he wouldn’t see you as family anymore if he knew who you were. You sighed before getting out your walkie-talkie, the only remaining link left between you and your father..You tightened your hold on it and if looks could burn ? The damn thing would be melting in your hand..You had considered getting rid of it, but throwing it away would mean someone could find it, burying it would also be too much of a risk..You thought about throwing it in a river on one of your runs ? But, nobody went out alone these days and people would find it too suspicious..You sighed before turning the thing on. You didn’t think anyone would answer, so you didn’t see the harm in turning it on one last time..Maybe, you would even catch useful information ? You stayed and listened to all the whirring and static noises coming from the device..Did they already forget about you ? A year had already gone by since your last transmission with Dwight or Negan..You smiled hopefully, wondering if they thought you were dead ? Good. You wouldn’t want Negan to find this place..It was too beautiful for him.

You then waited a few more minutes, making sure nobody was online before finally following your crazy instinct to call danger and because you knew there was no way either of them would be on the other side.

"Dwight. I sincerely hope you’re alright. I know it’s been a long time, but I miss you.."

It was true. Out of everybody in that hell hole you had barely escaped with your life from, Dwight was the only one you truly ever found tolerable..And then, there was your dad.

"Dad…Burn in hell."

Negan used to be a good person, but it was before he became the chief of the so-called saviors. Your dad then became this cold and terrible monster who scared you..He used to be a decent man, before the bad Negan came into the picture..You closed your eyes as you remembered the last time you had physically talked to each other, more than a year ago.

Flashback :

"Dad !"

You had heard about Negan searching for a volunteer and, eager to get out without anyone’s supervision, were more than willing to take on any job available..

"Yes, sweetheart ?"

Negan turned towards you with a big smile, his eyes lighting up significantly as he saw you. Okay. Now that you had his attention..Time to bring out the big guns. You had to convince him to let you out. You tucked your bottom lip and joined your hands together to ask him pleadingly.

"Could..Could I go on a mission too ?"

The stuttering would surely soften him up enough to at least consider your proposal..You were going all out and were willing to beg him if it bought you your ticket out. But, Negan’s smile faltered for a moment at your demand and his expression hardened..You really hoped he wouldn’t say no. You were more than capable of fending for yourself and Negan knew that pertinently, he had no argument to keep you in anymore.

"Are you sure you’re ready ?"

"I am. I really want to help you."

You replied confidently and made sure not to bring out the part about getting away from the saviours and him..However, Negan didn’t seem convinced as he turned towards you fully, his eyes fixed on you as he asked suspiciously.

"Are you sure it’s not for another reason ?"

His eyes turned pitch black as he stood up, his hands clasped behind his back and he turned around you, like a shark observing its next victim.

"Because Simon told me something interesting about you today.."

You gulped..that little weasel ! However, you feigned ignorance as you tilted your head to the side and asked, pretending to be unsure about what he was referring to.

"W..What did he tell you ?"

He stopped walking before mimicking your innocent act, calling you out on your clearly unsuccessful stratagem.

"He told me..that you were trying to bail on us. He told me you couldn’t stop looking at the front gate and that you had even tried to jump over it multiple times ? Is my baby eager to leave the nest ?"

You closed your eyes and knew here and there that you wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon, you would be lucky to even leave the room unscathed.

"I..I didn’t.."

Negan leaned forward, pretending not to hear you as he put a gloved hand on the back of your neck, applying pressure here as a warning if you were to lie to him again.

"Yes ? Were you about to apologise because you thought your old dad was a FUCKING IDIOT ?!"

You winced slightly at the sudden raise of his voice and tried not to cower. You knew what would happen next..You closed your eyes to embrace the pain. It didn’t take long. The pain came fast and strong like lightning as he struck you. It lingered for a few seconds—a warmth creeping up your cheek as you tried to blink your tears away—while your father stood above you. He sighed then crouched in front of you to take you by the hair and make you look at him.

"You know why I’m doing this right ? It’s for your own good..There are nasty things out there that would hurt you far worse..Are you going to obey me now ?"

You nodded, covering your stinging cheek and Negan smiled widely—satisfied by your quick submission.

"That’s my girl."

He then uncovered your cheek and pressed a kiss there, a joke of affection that you knew meant nothing. It was just another of Negan’s mind games..

"Here. I kissed it all better.."

He mocked then stood up and walked away, leaving you on the floor as your hatred for him only grew..You then took your walkie-talkie and ran to the gates where you knew Dwight was on guard duty.

Dwight was at his post and his eyes widened slightly as he saw you.

"Woah..You look pissed. Did something happen ?"

You didn’t let him speak before wrapping your arms around him and crying in the crook of his neck.

"Please, D..I need to leave this place. I can't do this anymore..I can't be near him.."

One chance, one life..D didn’t dare move and was so shocked, he didn’t know how to respond. It wasn’t the first time you had sought him to be your shoulder to cry on. He also knew it was just a matter of time until you realized you needed to leave. It just surprised him that you would do it now and he stammered.

"W-Why did you come here then..?"

"Because you’re the only saviour who’s not a complete ass ?", you replied truthfully with a small smile and Dwight frowned, unconvinced.

"You're hiding something.."

You really couldn't hide anything from him, huh ? You sighed before confessing.

"D..I’m escaping tonight. I dont want to lie to you, so I’ll say it now. I like you, a lot. Please. Come with me.."

Dwight looked at your fingers intertwined and opened his mouth to answer you, but was cut off as a siren rang loudly inside the building and you gritted your teeth.

"Shit..He knows."

You turned back towards Dwight who was still hesitating before he finally shook his head. You sighed. It was to be expected..However, you didn't expect him to grav your arm and lead you towards the gates.

"Come on. This way."

He brought you to a hole in the fence covered by a metallic piece of junk and you grinned widely before looking back at D that offered you a weak smile.

"I knew you would eventually want to go and I planned for us to leave..but, I can't. Not yet."

You lost your smile and wanted to argue, beg him to come with you..but, you knew there was no time for that and only kissed his cheek to thank him. He blushed a little before hurrying you, you had to reach the other side before the walkers encircled the place. However, before you went, Dwight grabbed your hand to yank you backwards and put a walkie-talkie in your hand.

"I have to stay, but I don't want you to be alone..You got better chances out there if someone in there is on your side. Contact me as soon as you’re safe, alright ?"

You smiled and nodded before hugging him one last time and then running outside before a lot more walkers would end up at the gates..

The next day :

"Could you tell me, Dwight..How did my girl manage to get past your hawk eyes, huh ?!"

D stayed as expressionless as possible as he shrugged nonchalantly.

"I didn’t see her. She sneaked outside using one of the breaches made by the walkers.."

Negan’s jaw clenched, knowing that Dwight wouldn’t make the mistake of lying to him twice.

"You better be right..because if we can't find her ? I'll held you personally responsible.."

End of flashback :

"Y/N ?"

You were surprised to hear Dwight’s voice.

"D..Dwight ?"

Dwight laughed, relieved to finally hear your voice.

"Y-Yeah ! It’s me. How are you doing ?"

You smiled at the voice of your old friend and opened your mouth to tell him about Alexandria and Rick..but, hesitated as you weren’t sure if D would tell Negan or not ?

"Yes..I’m fine.", you decided to reply instead and Dwight seemed satisfied with your answer as he was quick to reply.

"G-Good..Listen. You shouldn’t be on this line. Negan still has his walkie on and he’s been pissed since you disappeared.."

You smiled softly at his worry and nodded, even though he couldn’t see it.

"Thank you, D."

Dwight smiled on his side of the line before he heard footsteps coming his way.

"Shit. I need to go, Y/N. I-I’ll talk to you soon.."

And with that, he was gone. You sighed before leaning back..He was okay. Good. You closed your eyes and let out a small chuckle. Dwight was still alive. It shouldn’t have made you so happy, but it did. He was the only savior who ever gave a shit about you. The last true human among them.

At night :

You brought the walkie-talkie to your lips and decided to indulge in your desire to hear his voice again. You called him.

"Dwight..Are you there ?"

You were first met with dead silence and sighed, ready to go to sleep when another voice made itself heard from the walkie-talkie, one that made you shiver in fear..

"Guess again, ~honey.."

No..NononononNO ! You quickly grabbed your walkie-talkie and were about to turn it off when a deep chuckle came from the other side.

"I know you can hear me, brat. I can hear you fucking breathe. Listen. I’m coming for you and you better have a pretty good explanation, you hear me ?!"

You quickly turned it off before you could hear anything else and realised your heart was beating a thousand times a minute..Still, after all these years—the bastard still had power over you. You felt hot tears falling down your face as you took the walkie-talkie and threw it across the room in a fit of rage, breaking it in the process. You had fought so hard to keep the bastard away from you..You couldn't let him drag you back, or find this place..

You filled a bag with all your belongings and were about to make a run for it, but someone knocked at your door. You held your breath and turned your eyes towards the door, your hand on your knife just in case.

"Y/N ? Are you there ?"

You sighed in relief at the sound of Glenn's familiar voice and didn't hesitate before opening the door. Glenn got in and smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry to wake you up, but me and the others are going on a run to search for some medical supply for Maggie. And..I see you're already dressed."

You tried to hide your nervousness behind an awkward smile and pushed your bag further underneath your bed with the tip of your foot.

"Yeah..Couldn't sleep and heard you guys moving downstairs."

Glenn didn't seem convinced, but smiled nonetheless and shrugged.

"Okay. Join us when you're ready.."

You nodded and waited until he was out of view before getting your bag out of its hiding place. You would still be able to help before going, the run itself giving you an easy way to disappear. You gave one last glance at Alexandria from your window and smiled wistfully, you really wished you could stay..You didn't want to leave, but it was the only way to keep them safe. You wiped your tears away before grabbing your backpack and running downstairs.

A few hours later :

How did it come to this ?

You were kneeling among your friends, your eyes fixed on the floor and the same question turning over and over in your head.

"Well..Hello there ! You bunch of troublemakers really caused me trouble, you know that ?"

You thought you would be able to escape, to save your friends..But, here you were. There was no doubt who was behind all this. How did he find you so quickly ? The sound of his bat digging into the ground, his obvious sarcasm and the sight of his polished black boots left no room for doubt. It was him. He was here. The evil incarnate. Negan. He had just killed Abraham in cold blood and you knew it was only a matter of time before he recognized you..

He scanned the group until his eyes lingered on you for a second or two before they lit up in recognition. Shit.

"Y/N ! Is that you ?! Goddamn, I almost didn't recognize you with the amount of blood and shit you're covered in !"

You clenched your jaw and didn't dare look up, your eyes fixed on the ground instead as you kept repeating in your head that you weren't going to fall for it..for this miserable attempt at making you speak. The mud under your legs oddly cool and soothing under you as you tried not to meet Negan’s burning gaze.

"Don't wanna talk ? Fine by me. I've got time and you will answer me. I promise you that, brat."

"Stop it ! You're scaring her !"

Maggie tried to help you, but one glance from Negan and she instinctively shielded her stomach from him. Negan gave her a knowing look before smirking and turning back towards you.

"Oh really ? Are you scared of me, sweetheart ? Is that why you haven’t been answering your walkie-talkie for a while ? You had me all worried and I thought one of those nasty trespassers may have cut off your tongue !"

He suddenly grabbed your wrist and forced you up, gripping your jaw tightly as he made you look at him, tears streaming down your face as you knew it was over..

"Aren’t you going to talk, sweetheart ? Apologise for making me run to your rescue because I thought your ungrateful a** was in trouble ?!"

His sudden harshness made you flinch and you chastised yourself for appearing weak in front of the man you least wanted to see.

"Let her go !"

You recognised Rick’s voice and Negan’s attention was suddenly on him. He released you and you fell back on your knees as Negan walked towards Rick, his eternal bat resting on his shoulder as he addressed Rick a knowing smile.

"You must be Rick..Damn. I understand why she wanted to stay ! You look like a strong and caring man ! Her type for sure..Wanna bang him, sweetheart ?"

He crouched in front of Rick and admired his pained expression, his eyes staring right at him. He still had that determination, huh ? Negan would have to change that.

"No..Please, dad.."

As if both of them recognised themselves in the appellation, they both turned their heads towards you at your plea. You were in tears and shook your head.

"Please.."

You begged..You knew it wouldn’t change much, but you couldn’t bare to lose any of them, especially not Rick.

"Aww..Are you really begging me for his life, darling ?"

Negan’s legs came into view and you looked up to find him grinning sadistically at you and then, he stomped on your shoulder. You screamed loudly in pain and it took a few of Negan’s men to hold Rick down. However, you knew what Negan wanted and joined your hands together, begging him as your face was almost buried in the mud, sweat making your skin sticky and pain shot as he dipped his heel further in your shoulder..

"Yes ! Please ! Spare him !"

He licked his lips, he always did love a good begging..

"Alright, I will.."

You sighed in relief. But, your relief was short-lived as he took his bat with both hands and mercilessly blew it down on Glenn’s head.

"Nooo !"

Your scream mixed with Maggie’s as you both tried to reach for Glenn, but were both restrained. You felt Dwight’s arms around you before he ordered you, quiet enough for only you to hear.

"Stay still. Please."

Dwight was the only savior you ever had any respect for and you swallowed your pride to obey, knowing it would only get worse if you fought it. It was too late to beg now..You could only watch as your father brought his bat down over and over until Glenn’s head was nothing but a pile of mush.

"Ooh ! That felt good !"

He leaned back and smiled, that blood-thirsty and cruel smile, the smile you were so desperately trying to escape from.

"Here, honey. I did you a favour by sparing your Rick. Aren't I the nicest ? Besides, Lucille wasn’t that thirsty anyway.."

You closed your eyes as you didn’t want to rest your eyes on the damn bat that had replaced you, that had become the prime source of your jealousy..Your mother had been replaced in his eyes by a simple and vulgar bat, taking all of his attention and love away from you..It didn’t deserve her name..Negan quickly noticed that you were staring at his bat and smirked.

"I can see that you’re staring at Lucille. What did she ever do to you ?! Well, besides killing some of your friends. But, she’s a vampire bat ! What can I say ?! She loves blood.."

"You wanna know what she did ?! She took my father away from me !"

Your group seemed shocked and confused by the information, everyone besides Rick who you had told about the man with the bat who had killed your father..A half-truth. Negan smiled before tilting his head and answering you :

"Oh honey..Your father was long gone before she ever arrived."

He then grabbed your arm and pulled you up, giving a circular look at the rest of your friends who all were trembling in fear.

"I’m taking that one back with me..Do be good and maybe, you’ll see her again ?"

Rick seemed to suddenly get his courage back as he raised to his feet and yelled in protest.

"You can't ! Please ! Don’t take her ! Don’t take her ! Please ! Take me instead ! She’s the closest to a daughter I have !"

Rick’s words stopped Negan dead in his tracks and you knew what would happen next by the amused expression he gave you. No..He wouldn’t..You shook your head, a sign that he ignored as he turned around with the biggest shit-eating grin he could muster.

"Don’t you dare.."

You glared at him warningly, but Negan ignored you again before fulling facing Rick.

"Wait..She didn’t tell you ?"

Rick frowned in incomprehension and some of the people in your group looked at each other confused, wondering what he meant by that, which only added to your father’s sadistic amusement as he took you by the shoulder, so you were now flushed against his side.

"You sorry lot are in for a big surprise ! Because, you see..Sweet little Y/N over there is my daughter. My pride and joy. Came out of my own nuts and ain’t going back, isn’t that right sweetie ?!"

You grimaced in disgust at his poor choice of words and tried to get away from him, but to no avail. He held you in an iron grip against him.

"W..What ?", you could see the confusion and shock on Rick’s face as he didn’t even look at you. It hurt.

"Go to hell !"

You finally yelled in frustration at Negan and then looked at Rick with teary eyes. You didn’t want him to know. Not like this..Negan took pleasure in the surrounding suffering, including yours.

"You heard me, right ? She is of my flesh and blood ! I’m her loving dad ! Well, she does hate my guts, but she’s still daddy’s little girl, aren’t you sweetie ?"

He pinched your cheek playfully before looking at the surprised looks of your companions, as well as some looks of anger at your betrayal. These were the worst..You closed your eyes and felt yourself faltering slightly, as you couldn’t handle the death of two of your closest friends and the forced confession or who you were..You wanted to disappear, but he wouldn’t let you. You heard faint voices in the background calling your name, Rick among them as he reached out to you just as you were about to black out..but, before you could hit the ground, someone caught you.

"Ssh..Don’t worry, Y/N. I got you."

You had no power over your legs anymore and could only stare numbly ahead at your friends and the bodies on the ground. Negan picked you up in his arms, acting the part of the caring father while you knew he was far from it. You shared the pain and loss of the group. You tried to meet the gaze of any of them, but they all fixed the floor and didn’t dare look up, all besides Daryl who looked up angrily at Negan. Rick was looking at you with such emptiness, the shame you already felt grew in your chest as Negan brought you to his car. He settled you in the passenger seat and booped your nose with a fake overjoyed smile.

"I missed you.."

You didn’t answer. He didn’t want you to anyway. He was far too pissed to listen to whatever you had to say..He got in the driver’s seat and you drove away while you saw the reflection of your friends in the rear view mirror. You felt tears gather in your eyes as you knew Negan had annihilated any chance for you to ever gain their trust again.

"Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m pretty sure I made a pretty good first impression."

He cackled beside you and you glared at him. Bastard..He was enjoying this. It wasn't fair.

"I wish you were dead, asshole.", you muttered under your breath, loud enough for Negan to hear.

Negan’s expression hardened at your words and his smile disappeared, as he suddenly went faster—too fast as he ran over a few walkers. He made the car bump several times and making you hit your face against the headboard purposefully. You cried out when your felt blood drip from your nose and Negan suddenly stopped on the sidewalk to look at you and grab your chin forcefully.

"Never talk to me like that again, Y/N ! I am still your fucking father and no matter how much you hate it ?! You’re stuck with me !"

You felt your tears mix with your blood and internally wondered if he even cared a little ? Could you could jump out of the car ? Would he come after you ? However, he interrupted your thoughts. He finally sighed and wiped your face with his handkerchief.

"I’m sorry I yelled at you..And I’m sorry the last memory you got of me is me slapping the shit out of you..but, you didn’t have to hide for a year !"

You hated it..His act. He was always like that. It was all an act for him. Everything was a game and he hated when things didn’t go according to script. You were his daughter, but to him ? You were just another prop to use and discard of when the time was right..You had resented him for it. But, now ? You only felt pity and sadness as to see that he had not change the slightest, that your disappearance had absolutely no effect on him. He didn’t care..He never did.

"Fuck..you."

You spat hatefully, which halted his gentle ministrations. He clenched his jaw and digged his fingers even more into your skin until your jaw felt sore by his tight grip.

"That’s it, young lady. You’ll be consigned to your fucking room until you learn to behave !"

As soon as you were back, he put his threat to execution and locked you in your bedroom, ignoring your screams of protest and the multiple bangs of your fists against the door. Finally, you stopped and felt hot tears run down your cheeks. Why couldn't he just leave you alone ?

Two hours later :

Dwight walked towards your room and found Simon standing guard in front of it with a rifle; Negan’s order no doubt. He tried to walk past him, but Simon grabbed his hand and Dwight glared up at him.

"Let me pass, Simon.."

Simon wouldn't normally care, but Negan had been categorical. No one enters or gets out of this bedroom. Simon would be held responsible otherwise and he really didn't want to end up on Negan’s blacklist.

"Nuh-huh. Can’t do. That’s the boss’ daughter. Sorry, D."

Dwight, seeing that it would be difficult to make him move by force, tried to reason with him.

"Come on, man. Please..She must be scared. I didn’t even get to explain.."

"Dude. Stop.", Simon interrupted him. "Ain’t happening. Turn around. She ain’t talking to nobody until Negan comes back."

Dwight clenched his teeth and was about take the goddamn rifle from his hands when he heard a familiar whistling behind him.

"What's going on here ?!"

Negan appeared behind Dwight and Simon scoffed mockingly before replying, not letting his gaze drop from Dwight's.

"Little D over there tried to get in.."

Negan clicked his tongue before turning towards Dwight and grinned widely.

"Don't worry, D. You'll have your turn, once I'm finished with her."

D's knuckles turned white at the multiple scenarios playing in his mind about what Negan meant by that, a lot of them ending with you—covered in bruises—begging him to come to your rescue as you were buried in a ditch somewhere. He opened his mouth to protest, but Negan stopped him by raising his bat to his face.

"One word..And I'll deal with the other side of your ugly mug, got it ?"

D immediately closed his mouth and even though he wanted to be brave for you, had no choice but to agree. He finally nodded and Negan huffed a mocking laugh before lowering his bat.

"Here we go. That's a good boy. Now, how about you and Simon go make sure everything's going well in the market, huh ?"

Simon didn't have to be told twice before walking towards the market place in the building, eager to get his hands on the most valuable items for free. D closed his eyes and addressed you a silent apology before stepping away. He couldn't help you..You were on your own.

Inside your room :

You were waiting behind your door, a pair of scissors in hand and ready to attack the next person who would get in, that it'd be Simon or Negan. You had succeeded to escape once, you could do it again. When you heard the familiar whistle behind the door, you knew who you would be facing and raised your weapon, ready to strike. However, Negan expected it and grabbed your arm before you could put your plan into execution.

"Really, Y/N ? I taught you that trick.."

He then took the scissors out of your hand and when you tried to slap him, he glared at you with such intensity that you hesitated. It was a mistake.

He threw you on the couch and chuckled as he knew exactly why you had that moment of inner panic.

"You're still scared of me, aren't you ? Good. You should be.."

You glared at him through the thick curtains of your hair and Negan crouched in front of you, tilting his head to have a better sight of you and frowned as he saw a few scars that weren't there a year ago. He took a strand of your hair and played with it before musing.

"You cut your hair ? Too bad..I liked them better long."

"I don’t fucking care what you like or not..It wasn’t for you."

You spat angrily and Negan sighed before glancing up at you with a taunting smile.

"What ? It was for Dwight ?"

You glared at him, but didn’t dignify him with an answer..

"Or, that brand new handsome dad you got yourself ? What’s his name again..Rick ?"

At the mention of his name, you saw red and slapped him so fast—he didn't expect it—and so hard, it reverberated through the walls. You were both shocked for a moment before his lips upturned into a grim smile, announcing your imminent doom at the grave mistake you had just committed..

"N-Negan..I..!"

You tried to formulate an apology, as for him not to hurt you too bad, or even to assure your survival..But, he interrupted you and raised a hand, signifying that you better stay quiet.

"Shut up. Now, you’re gonna listen to me, brat."

He slammed you against the wall and you realised only now that he reeked alcool..Fuck.

"You made me chase your ass across the goddamn country..And this is the thanks I get ?!"

You turned your head away, but he gripped your chin and made you look at him in the eyes. He was not done with you. Not by far..

"Can’t even withstand my face, can you ? I’m disgusting to you, aren’t I ?! A drunk asshole who doesn’t know what he is doing ?! A big fuckin’ joke, huh ?! Is that what you’re thinking ?!"

You winced as he started yelling and the smell only worsened as his face was now inches from you.

"Who are you ?"

The question was simple..You had heard it multiple times before and knew the answer by heart.

"Negan.."

No need to play the hero and risk annoying him any further, but you didn’t plan on him taking you by the throat and repeating the question, clearly dissatisfied.

"Oh no..sweetheart. You’re not me. You lost that the moment you stepped out of the Sanctuary. Rectification. What are you ?"

You gasped for air and felt tears forming at the corners of your eyes and couldn’t even utter an answer, not that you even had an answer to give him. He seemed to perceive your genuine confusion and sighed loudly in disappointment before releasing you. You fell to the floor and took large gulps of air in an attempt to get back your regular breathing as he finally gave you the answer he wanted.

"You’re Negan’s. I fucking own you, girl ! Put you on this Earth and will take you back if you ever pull that shit again, got it ?!"

He nudged you with the tip of his boot, which meant if you didn’t answer, he would use his boot to crush your windpipe.

"You’re…a fucking monster."

Here it was..Negan smirked as he knew you weren’t holding back any longer, the unbridled rage storming in your eyes, a clear indication that you were at the end of your game of pretend and that if he wanted to crush you ? He could do it now. He grinned before crouching in front of you again and tutted mockingly.

"Bad answer. Try again."

He pulled you up by fisting his hand in you hair as you cried out and tried to scratch him, but he stayed unyielding as he threw you on the coach once more.

"You’ll learn to respect me !"

You gathered enough spit in your mouth to spit at him, but he anticipated and covered your mouth and nose with his gloved hand, making sure you couldn’t breathe.

"You better swallow that shit, if you know what’s good for you, yeh ?"

You had no choice and obeyed. Once he was sure you wouldn’t spit at him, he let you breathe and stayed silent for a few seconds, letting you get back your breath before acknowledging your words:

"Maybe you’re right ? I’m a monster…But, guess what ? You made me that monster. The day you took Lucille away."

You tried not to cry and let him know how much his words affected you..But, you couldn’t. It was just too much. Your eyes then landed on another shiny object at his belt: a gun. He realized where your eyes landed and chuckled to himself before getting his gun out of its holster. To your surprise, he then put it in your hand and your felt your heart skip a beat as he pointed the gun at his forehead.

"You really want to shoot me ? Go ahead..But, you better have one hell of a good aim, girl. Because If you don’t kill me first try ? I’ll kill you..And if you miss and I become a fucking walker ? I’ll come back and bite your ass."

You tried to hold back your tears as your shaking hand holding the gun was pointed at him..And then, you realised that you couldn’t do it—you couldn’t kill Negan..No matter how much you wanted to..No matter how much he deserved it..You let the gun fall to the floor and sobbed.

"I hate you..So much. All I ever wanted was to make you proud. I wanted my dad ! But, all you ever saw when you looked at me was your wife’s killer ! I miss her too ! I miss her every goddamn day ! I never got to even meet her, and yet I fucking miss her because you never were around ! I needed you, Negan ! Where the fuck were you ?!"

Negan's expression darkened and gloomed at the mention of his wife and he couldn't believe the nerve you had to even talk about her..Lucille would have listened to him. But, you ? You were of a different breed, more Negan than Negan himself, and it pissed him off. You thought he hadn't searched for you ? You dared complain about his absence when the only way he could ever communicate with you was when you were both at each other's throats ?

"Really ?! What do you think I fucking did during the past year ?! I’ve been listening to that damn walkie-talkie everyday ! I’ve been on the road, searching for you ! You betrayed me, Y/N ! What did you think would happen ?! You left ! And I was left on my own ! You’re everything I got left from her, and you fuckin’ ran away !"

"NOT BY CHOICE ! I WAS SCARED OF YOU, DAD ! YOU TURNED INTO THIS THING AND I HAD NO IDEA HOW TO BRING YOU BACK ! I LOVED YOU ! AND YOU NEVER FUCKIN’ DID !"

He had to admit that he had never been tender with you, but it was because only the stick made you react. You were both monsters, and it was high time he made you realize that.

"Love ?", he huffed mockingly—as if it all a big joke—before rubbing his face tiredly, keeping himself from laughing at the absurdity of the concept in this crazy world. "When did you ever love me ?"

Your held your breath as he looked up at you with an etched doleful expression. It looked genuine. It was the first time you were seeing your father in such a vulnerable state..He looked old, older than he was and so very miserable. It was unfair. You shook your head.

The corners of your mouth tilted up into a sardonic smile, one of disbelief and clear distaste.

"You're right..Maybe, I never did. You never gave me any reason to. And, yes. Maybe, I found a replacement in Rick. Rick who believed in me.."

You stood up.

"..Rick who took care of me.."

You took a step forward.

"Y/N..", he groaned warningly, but you ignored him.

"..Rick who trusted me.."

You took another step and for the first time in forever, you saw something in your father's eyes that wasn't there before..You could recognize fear, after having felt it so many times in his presence in the past.

You leaned forward and your smile became a cruel snare as you gave the final blow mercilessly.

"..Rick who is a better father than you will ever be.."

Negan's expression soured, all softness leaving his face and he raised his hand. You closed your eyes, preparing for the pain to come. He grabbed you by the throat and pinned you to the wall, his whole being shaking in anger, a tight-lipped expression taking over his feature and his voice a dark whisper.

"You stepped out of line..You made a fool out of me in front of my men..If Rick is a better father ? Do you really think he wants you ? You ungrateful brat.."

Your eyes widened at his words and when you tried to attack him this time, he guessed your next move and grabbed your arm to turn you on your back, almost dislocating your shoulder in the process as you cried.

"Maybe, the reason I am your father, is that no one else would be able to handle it ? How about I go see Rick and we discuss man to man, hmm ?"

You thrashed and struggled to get out of his hold, but he was determined to make you unable to move, immobile at his feet, just as Negan wanted you to be. You sniffled, this position too familiar, bringing you back to the days were you and Negan's wrestling was all harmless fun..when it was only the both of you against this hostile world.

"Why are you doing this ? Why can't you just leave me be ? If you ever loved me..Please. Don't do this."

Negan’s expression softened at your words and he sighed loudly before pulling you up and taking you into his arms.

"Come here, sweetheart. I didn’t mean it. You just make me so mad sometimes..Of course, I love you.."

He didn’t mean to go too far, he was just so worried and you stubbornly didn’t answer any of his calls. He thought he had lost you..He couldn’t allow himself to lose someone else close to him. When Lucille died, his sanity was held by a thread: you. When you disappeared, that last thread of hope almost vanished and it was only when he heard your voice in his walkie-talkie that he felt alive again and also, it made him so very angry at the realization that he would never be what you wanted him to be.

He let out a long tired sigh, sitting on the couch with you still in his arms.

"We make quite the pair, you and I.."

You let out a shaky breath and closed your eyes, reflecting on his words.

"..Yup. We're a terrible duo."

He scratched your scalp gently, just as he used to and you couldn't help but lean into the touch, craving any sort of affection that would make you forget for a moment. He smiled softly as something crossed his mind and he added.

"Like fire and gazoline."

You snorted and couldn’t help but give in into this little game of his.

"Salt and blood."

He followed.

"Poison and death"

It continued until you were both out of ideas and then, you concluded by saying in a low whisper.

"Love and hatred.."

Negan took you by the chin and forced you to look up at him.

"I never hated you..I’m just not daddy material. My kind of love destroys and burns."

"Let me burn away then.."

You muttered under your breath and you didn't know if it was because of the exhaustion or your dizziness..You just shook your head and felt a low chuckle rumble in his chest. He smirked before kissing your forehead lovingly.

"Gosh..We’re fucked up."

You laughed humorlessly and nodded.

"Rotten to the bone."

You agreed and Negan let out a soft sigh..You were both broken and it sucked. But, you were everything he had left.

"Not gonna argue with that.."

He held you closer and closed his eyes. He thought you would both take a break, but as many of Negan’s plans for you, it always turned unexpectedly. He failed to notice your hand sneaking into his back pocket and slowly getting the keys out. You then closed your eyes and tried to gather the courage for what you were about to do next.

"Negan ?"

He hummed quizzically before leaning back to look at you, taken off guard when you suddenly head-butted him. He cursed loudly and you took his momentary dizziness to use the key and run out of the room. He groaned in pain, holding his bloody nose as all of his earlier tenderness turned back into rage.

"I’ll find you ! You hear me, Y/N ?! I’ll find you ! You can run, but you can't hide from me !"

You knew he would, but maybe was it the reason you ran ? Because, deep down, you liked playing the hunted, as much as he liked the thrill of the chase.

You would never get back your father. And, maybe was it for the best ? The world had changed, you were bound to change with it.

(It is very different from what I usually write, but I had the idea and decided to give it a shot.)

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Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 30.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Meeting Rick Grimes

Part 1. - Part 2. - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8. - Part 9. - Part 10. - Part 11. - Part 12. - Part 13. - Part 14. - Part 15. - Part 16. - Part 17. - Part 18. - Part 19. - Part 20. - Part 21. - Part 22. - Part 23. - Part 24. - Part 25. - Part 26. - Part 27. - Part 28. - Part 29.

Character(s): Negan, Simon, Rick, Dwight, and Reader Summary: After learning the reality of the situation, you meet with Dwight to take you to meet Rick Grimes. It was time you take matters into your own hands... Because if you didn’t, you were sure Negan and Simon would end up dead. Word Count: 3,581 Warning: Foul language, angst Author’s Note: As you can tell, I’ve decided not to follow the same storyline as the one that has unfolded in the series. Enjoy.

Negan stared at you in disbelief. Simon tightened his jaw. You had already known the answer just from the way they were looking at you. If you were being honest, it broke your heart. It was wishful thinking. It was proven that there was power in numbers, so even asking them to leave the Sanctuary, just the three of you, was a long shot. It was never going to happen. Yet, you still asked.

“[Y/N]...” Negan started. “Why would you even ask that?”

“You know we can’t just leave,” Simon added.

“Having this compound means more to the both of you, doesn’t it?” It was unfortunate. Even before the world ended, you could never fully be happy with the both of them. Maybe it was just never meant to be.

“Don’t say it like that,” Negan said. “You know that’s not true.”

“But it is!” You exclaimed. You sat at the edge of the bed, wringing your hands together as plenty of thoughts ran through your mind. Negan’s wives weren’t going to be punished and even if they were, it would put a target on your back and it would show the entire compound that Negan and Simon have weaknesses. It was a lose-lose situation and you all knew it. “You guys were thriving before you found me. I’m just a link to an old, forgotten world.”

Simon shook his head and reached out for you, but you pulled away. He sighed, clenching his jaw. “You’re more than that… You have always been.”

“Simon’s right. We never stopped looking for you. During that, we needed to build something… We needed numbers. We needed fighters, an army… The fight stopped being against the dead and ended up becoming against the living,” Negan added. They both remembered how they found you and they would be lying if they said that they were trying to make up for lost time. In some way, they felt responsible for not finding you soon enough, not trying hard enough to look for you.

“Then what started the merciless killing? Instilling fear in the same people who occupy these walls? Having people go on their knees whenever you enter the room?”

“Fear helps keep the order!” Negan yelled. He didn’t seem to like that you were insinuating that he was acting the way he was because he liked it. “You weren’t with us in the beginning. Every goddamn group we were with ended up dying because of their fucking recklessness. I decided to lead to save people!”

“Save?!” You scoffed. “You have a goddamn unfair point system, Negan!” You weren’t expecting to suddenly tell Negan how to lead, but you did have opinions and it was time that you opened your eyes to the reality of the situation. This isn’t the old world and you had spent too much time trying to relive what was, that you lost sight of what really is. The world ended.

“[Y/N]... You don’t know what it’s like,” Simon reasoned.

You stood from the bed and stared up at two men. There was such an intense amount of love you had for the both of them, but you knew it wasn’t enough.

“I will always be grateful for you both for saving me from Chris… And I have never blamed the both of you for not finding me sooner, but I asked you both if you would give all of this up for me… To start fresh, just the three of us… Both of your answers showed me where we stand.”

Negan was staring at you. He couldn’t think of anything to say. He was angry, frustrated, sad. He would do anything to give up his role as leader and just leave with you, but he knew that wasn’t possible. While he was sure he didn’t have a target on his back in the Sanctuary, he knew that if he were to leave the compound, there would be plenty of people who would take the opportunity to kill him and anyone he was with. He couldn’t risk that. He couldn’t risk losing you.

“[Y/N], you are safer within these walls,” Simon said. “Trust us…”

“I had to kill one of Negan’s wives because they tried to kill me… How can I be safe here?” You replied. Without allowing either man to reply, you left Negan’s room and headed back towards your own.

“Fucking shit!” Negan said, tossing Lucille onto the bed. “What is she thinking?”

Simon sighed, running his hands over his face as he took a seat on the leather couch. “Maybe she’s right. Maybe she’s better off without us.”

Negan turned to look at Simon, tightening his jaw and clenching his fists. “Are you out of your fucking mind? Need I fucking remind you how we found her?”

“She isn’t even safe here with us, Negan. How can we protect her without showing the whole goddamn compound that we care for her? Not only will she be a target, but so will we. It’s like you said. We need to keep order.”

Negan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Normally, Simon was the one who always talked sense into him but in this moment, he could hear the sound of defeat in Simon’s tone.

“I’m not letting her go,” Negan said.

“She’s going to push us away,” Simon replied. “You and I both know that.”

“Well, what the fuck are we supposed to do then?” Negan sighed, dropping down onto the couch across from Simon.

“I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out.”

—

You stepped into your room, surprised to see Dwight cleaning up the mess that you left.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Cleaning your mess… And I came to talk to you. Have you thought about what I told you?”

“Kind of hard to when I have a group of women trying to kill me,” you sighed. “But yes, it has crossed my mind.”

“Right. Sorry.”

“I tried to get them to leave with me… Simon and Negan. I asked if they would give all this up… For me.”

“And?” Dwight asked.

“They couldn’t. They won’t.”

Dwight sighed. “Rick agreed to meet with you.”

You looked up at him, eyes wide and a glimmer of hope. “What?”

“But we have to leave in a couple of hours.”

“Negan’s going to kill you…”

“No. He won’t. He won’t have any idea. I’m supposed to be paying a visit to Alexandria anyway to retrieve some supplies.”

You contemplated the possibilities that this may end, but you knew that there was only one way and Negan and Simon were both too stubborn to realize a different way of living. They weren’t going to leave with you, so you might as well take matters into your own hands and try and save the Sanctuary.

“Okay… Where do I meet you?”

Dwight told you the plan. You were to hide in the truck once it was time. No one was going to stop or question Dwight since he was already scheduled to pay another surprise visit to Alexandria. Negan wanted to put pressure onto Rick and his group to maintain the message that they all belonged to him. By the time Negan and Simon would be looking for you, you would already be gone.

—

Negan and Simon paid a visit to his wives. They didn’t have any of the other Saviors on watch, just because they wanted to be safe. Negan opened the door to Sherry’s cell, seeing her cower in the corner.

“Cut the bullshit,” he spat. “Here’s dinner.” He tossed a plate with a simple slice of bread. It wasn’t enough, but at least he wasn’t feeding them what they had fed Daryl.

“Are you going to kill us?” Sherry asked quietly, grabbing the slice of bread quickly.

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“We’re sorry… We didn’t know what overcame us. We just - We just couldn’t bear the thought of sharing you…” Sherry crawled over to Negan, running her hands along his calves and up to his thighs. On any other day, Negan would have enjoyed this, but he couldn’t help but be fueled by anger and disgust.

“Get the fuck off of me,” Negan said, stepping back. “You all still fucking belong to me. Don’t think for one second that just because you are my ‘wives’, that I wouldn’t hesitate to kill you.”

“You would have killed us already if you wanted to,” she spat.

“Oh, don’t fucking tempt me with a good time, darlin’.” Negan smirked, shutting the door and locking it behind him. Once he and Simon finished feeding the wives, they went back up to Negan’s room and decided to discuss what they were going to do about [Y/N].

Negan walked up the stairs and into his room. His mind drifted, wondering what life would be like if he were to leave all of this behind. He was sure he would be happier, especially with you by his side. Negan poured himself a glass of scotch, swirling its contents in the glass as he continued to ponder the possibilities. He didn’t hear Simon come in, but with a clearing of Simon’s throat, Negan was pulled out of his reverie.

“Any idea on what we wanna do?” Simon asked, pouring himself a glass of scotch and then taking a seat across Negan.

“How are we supposed to keep order with my ‘wives’ if I keep them alive? They will just know that they can do whatever the fuck they want. If I force them out of the Sanctuary, what happens if they find another community like Rick’s? Then we’ll be fucking screwed,” Negan said.

“Then kill them,” Simon said simply. “I thought about it… We’re here to keep order and we need to set an example. We don’t tolerate violence within these walls. We use the excuse that these women, your wives, targeted a potential Savior for some sort of rumor they created. It was simply a way to entertain themselves,” Simon reasoned.

“We can’t risk it.”

“You just don’t want to kill your wives. Deep down, you and I both know that you thrive on the idea of having multiple women, being able to sleep with anyone at your disposal.”

Negan tightened his jaw. He set his glass down onto the coffee table and leaned forward, linking his hands together. “Do I need to fucking remind you who you’re talking to?”

“Cut the shit, Negan. You don’t need to play a merciless leader with me once we’re behind closed doors. You know I’m right. I’ve always been right.”

Negan felt anger fuel him, standing and grabbing the glass from Simon’s hand and throwing it across the room. They both heard the glass shatter and Simon stood to stand toe to toe with Negan. Simon was just slightly taller, but both men were staring into each other’s eyes, anger radiating between them.

“Shut the fuck up. We both know that [Y/N] would rather be with me than you,” Negan said. “Even before the world ended, she still wanted me while she was with you. You know you couldn’t satisfy her the way I do.”

Simon tightened his jaw and narrowed his eyes. “And yet, she still chose me.”

“Fuck you.”

“No, fuck you! You have hurt that girl way too many times and you think she’s going to pick you? She saw what you did to that group! You bash people’s heads in with a fucking bat named after your dead wife that you screwed over!” Simon yelled.

That was the last straw. Negan reached out and grabbed Simon’s shirt, tossing him roughly onto the ground. Before Simon could even get up, Negan raised his foot to kick across Simon’s face. Once it connected, Simon’s head whipped back and he groaned in pain.

“Don’t. Fucking. Mess. With. Me!” Negan yelled. Simon rolled over onto his tummy, trying to push himself up but Negan delivered another swift kick to his ribs. “Know your place!”

Simon spat out some blood, slowly bringing himself to his knees. Negan was breathing heavy, anger flashing across his features. Simon looked over his shoulder at Negan, standing up slowly and curling his hand into a fist. He delivered a swift punch across Negan’s jaw which caused Negan to stumble backwards, grunting in pain.

“What the fuck?!” Negan rubbed his jaw, staring at Simon as both men were panting heavily. “Are you out of your fucking mind?!”

“You started it!” Simon yelled, one arm wrapped around his midsection as he tackled Negan to the floor. He managed to deliver a few more punches to Negan’s face which caused some blood to spill from his nose and a cut to appear at his lower lip.

Negan grunted in pain, rolling Simon over and delivering a punch across Simon’s face. Both men groaned and Simon used his strength to push him off. Both men were lying on the floor, in pain and panting heavily.

“You fucking started it,” Negan growled. “Learn to shut the fuck up.”

Simon scoffed, his arm remaining around his midsection. “Learn to grow the fuck up and own up to your mistakes.”

Negan glared at Simon, standing slowly and extending a hand out. “Get the fuck up.”

Simon looked at Negan’s hand and shook his head, pushing it away. “Fuck you.”

“Get up,” Negan demanded. “I’m not messing around.”

“And neither am I. Just leave me the fuck alone for a minute.”

“Then get the fuck out of my room,” Negan said, walking back towards his glass of scotch. “And while you’re at it, clean up the shattered glass.”

Simon grunted, shaking his head as he stood up slowly. “You know, you’re right… She would choose you and maybe that’s me being jealous, but she deserves so much better than you.”

Negan downed his drink and looked over to Simon. While you had been with Simon first, there was something different with your connection with Negan and the three of you knew it. “Yeah, she deserves you.”

Simon laughed. “Of course she does. We both know it.”

“Fuck you,” Negan chuckled.

“You know, we are going to have to kill your wives, right?”

Negan sighed, staring down at his empty glass. “I know.”

—

You were sitting at the bed of the truck, feeling the bumps of the road. You couldn’t believe that you had left the Sanctuary and from the silence coming from Dwight, it seemed like Negan and Simon hadn’t known you left… At least not yet.

You were slowly falling asleep before the truck came to a stop. You heard Dwight leave the truck, then you could hear the conversation he was having.

“She’s here,” Dwight said. “Where’s Rick?”

“How do we know you’re not lying?” The other man said.

Dwight sighed and walked to the end of the truck. He lifted the sheet and nodded his head towards you. “Come on out,” he told you. “They need proof.”

You stepped out of the truck and looked around. You saw the large gates and widened your eyes once you looked past the gates to see how normal it looked inside.

“You’re [Y/N]?” The man asked.

“Yeah… I’m here to talk to Rick. About Negan.”

Dwight tightened his jaw, glancing around and waiting impatiently for the other man to open the gate. “Just open the gates, Aaron.”

Aaron hesitated, narrowing his eyes at Dwight and then glancing over at you. “We can take her from here.”

“Well, I’m going to need some supplies, so let’s make this trade quick.”

You widened your eyes. “Trade? What do you mean trade?”

“I can’t stay with you here,” Dwight reasoned. “It’s going to look very suspicious if I’m gone longer than I need to be.”

“What if they kill me?” You asked hesitantly, glancing at Aaron once the gates opened.

“We won’t. We’re not like Negan,” Aaron said, pure hatred lacing his tone of voice.

You tightened your jaw and sighed. No one but you knew who these men really were. “Right.”

You stepped inside Alexandria and was led in a different direction than Dwight. You shared one last look at him and he gave you a swift nod.

“You’ll be okay,” he called out.

Aaron led you to the back of the compound. You couldn’t help but look around in awe at the sight of the houses. You imagined living in one of these houses with Negan and Simon, cooking meals with one another in the kitchen, watching movies in the living room, cuddling in the bed… It was too good to be true. There was no way that was ever going to happen.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

Aaron didn’t respond. Instead, he led you down a small flight of stairs and opened the door. You stepped inside and widened your eyes. It was a jail cell. Before you could even protest, he gently pushed you inside and locked it behind you.

“This is for your own good, trust me.” Aaron said. “It’s just a precaution.”

“A precaution?! I snuck out of the Sanctuary to be here, to meet Rick and instead, I’m in a goddamn cell?! I’m trying to prevent a war!”

“We just need to be sure,” he sighed. “We need to be sure you’re telling the truth that you want to help and not just saying that because Negan wants you to.”

Before you could respond, your eyes drifted to the sound of the door opening. You heard the sounds of cowboy boots walking across the floor. Your eyes raked the man from bottom to top, noticing the holster around his waist, the denim button up tucked into his ragged dark jeans, and his long, curly hair with a beard tinted with gray. You noticed his blue eyes, void of any emotion.

He looked angry.

“Get me out of here. I’m just here to talk to Rick, I swear,” you reasoned, trying to talk to the other man who just entered the building. Maybe he would understand that you were telling the truth.

“You can leave Aaron.”

Aaron nodded, glancing over at you once more before leaving.

“You’re not going to let me leave, are you?”

Rick shook his head, taking a seat and staring at you. “I’m Rick.”

You cleared your throat, taking a step backwards into the cot. “You’re the man I’m supposed to meet with.”

“And here I am. Now, talk.”

“I saw what Negan did to you, to your group… You can stop this. You can stop this war.”

“And why should I? You saw what I saw. You know what that man is capable of.”

“He – He only did it to make a point.”

Rick chuckled, running his hand over his beard. “Really? And what do you call taking half of my group’s supplies? Ransacking our homes? Making a point? No, you’re crazy to think he’s only doing this to make a point. He wants control, power… He won’t stop until he gets it.”

“You don’t know him!”

“And you do?” Rick questioned.

You nodded hesitantly. “I – I know him and Simon. From before.”

Rick arched a brow. He didn’t know about this. He just thought you were some woman that Negan cared deeply about. He was going to use you as bait, but he was intrigued about this old connection.

“That’s why he’s so protective of you…”

“There’s history between us,” you replied. “I’m trying to stop this… To stop you, to stop him… We can work together. I promise, I can convince him. You both are using resources that you don’t have. There’s no need to fight.”

Rick stood up abruptly, tightening his jaw as he stared deeply into your eyes. “No need to fight? Have you lost anyone, [Y/N]? Had to kill anyone since this world ended?”

You cleared your throat. You were fortunate enough to not have lost anyone since the world ended and you had only ever had to kill one person.

Rick shook his head. He had his answer based on the silence between the both of you. “He protected you. He shielded you from this world, from who he really is. What makes you think that he won’t hurt you if you’re in his way?”

“He wouldn’t…”

“But what if he did? What if the man you knew from before isn’t the same person you’re with now?”

You shook your head, tears brimming your eyes. “He would never hurt me.” You lied. Negan was the only man who had broken your heart just right before the world ended and while having Simon and Negan were a dream, you always felt more attracted to Negan. There was just something about him that Simon didn’t have.

“Please… He’s not a monster.” You pleaded, wiping your fallen tears. “He’s a human being, just like the rest of us. He hurts, like the rest of us. He mourns, like all of us… He’s not the man you think he is.”

Rick shook his head. “But he could be the man that could end us all and he doesn’t even know it.”

Without a response, Rick left the building, leaving you in the cell. You lied on the cot and stared up at the ceiling. This was a mistake. There was no way of convincing Rick of changing his mind and now, you were positive that a war was coming because once Simon and Negan finds out that you are gone, all hell will break loose.

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