Negan Smith

"These fuckers don't see how good they’ve got it here. a simple system to keep them in line, one that lets them gain better shit than they would ever find out in that shitty wasteland of a world we live in now. Still, I hear those assholes complain again and again." Negan was ranting to Lucille like usual; she was the only one who ever listened to him.

If someone came into his office now, they would surely think of him as a lunatic, a man whose mind was lost to the apocalypse.

"You know they're just jealous, jealous of the power you hold above them." That sweet voice calms his nerves slightly. Alone in his office, all he could focus on was the words he imagined coming from Lucille.

"Of course they're jealous, those cucks can't handle the fact their wives want me more than them. They're jealous I get to fuck their wife's cunt while they have to work." Negan was seething by now, and talking about those worms under him never seemed to help calm him down

"None of those bitches matter anyway; they aren't you." Grabbing hold of Lucille with both his hands, Negan takes some time to just breathe. The sight of the somewhat blood-stained barbed wire bat calmed him more than he expected.

She was the most perfect woman he had.

She might not be a real human woman, but Negan didn't care about any of that. Every real woman had the chance to leave him, but Lucille could never leave his side. not that she would ever want to, of course.

Looking down at the bat in his hands, Negan didn't stop his mind from wandering. His eyes glazed over the ragged curve of Lucille's handle, moving up to her barbed wire-covered tip.

His fingers hesitated, dragging along any further, knowing he would just end up injuring himself. He had done it before, gone too far up her, brushing his fingers over the metal. Negan just hadn't been able to resist curling his hand around her tip to feel her once more. In the end, he had multiple cuts across his hand.

It was a pain he doesn't regret.

"You know you want to." Her voice rang out in his head; whenever he heard her speak, it sounded like the only sound in the room.

"I'm not going to deal with those stupid fucking cuts again, fuck if any of those had gotten infected, would've been saying goodbye to my shitty hand." Lucille was a siren, trying to lure him further into her warm embrace.

To Negan, it didn't matter that his one true love was nothing more than a baseball bat that he himself had covered in barbed wire. He could feel the real Lucille in her.

There was no coming back for Negan; by now, he was already in far too deep. Every day, he spent with her by his side, swinging Lucille around as he paraded around the sanctuary. No matter the occasion, he never let her go.

Even at night, he lay in bed with her by his side, resting only when he heard her say goodnight. From night till day, her voice was all he craved.

"Go on, smash his face in."

"I'm thirsty."

"NEED BLOOD NEGAN."

Her sweet words always pushed him forward; it was the sole reason he was the man he was today.

"You should just get rid of them all." Her voice paused his thinking, turning his attention back to her wooden body.

"You know I can't do that as much as I fucking want to," she had said this time and time again, always so eager to get rid of all those communities he controlled. "I know how fucking much you want to see their brains falling out, but I can't shit over everything I've built."

"They won't fight back if you just go kill another one." Ever since Negan had used her to smash into those poor Asian kids' brains, she's been far too greedy.

"You're a thirsty bitch, aren't you? always trying to get me smashing in some poor fucks brains." Negan chuckled. Twirling the bat around in his hands, he just spent some time admiring the blood-soaked parts of her.

No matter how hard he scrubbed, some blood just never came off. not that he minded, of course, no, he loved his fucked up girl.

"I know you want to have some fun too." She was right, Negan loved the thrill of it. The terrified faces in the crowd, the way leaders crumbled under his control, his men watching on, knowing they were only safe being on his side.

It was his favourite wet dream.

"fuck, you're too good." Without thinking, Negan leans in, his lips making contact with her barbed wood. The pain was subtle at the start, but as he pulled away, he could feel the blood dripping down his skin. "a fucking siren luring me in."

Negan knew he should just head to the only doctor he had, but the look on his blood decorating Lucille this time left him wanting more. All he had to tell himself was the simple fact that it was what Lucille wanted.

Lucille loved blood; what better way to feed her than to give her his?

"One more." Simple words, and yet they drew him back in. This time it wasn't as quick a peck. Even while he felt the wire pierce his skin, he still didn't move back, his blood dripping over her wooden body as he kept trying to take more.

His mind ran wild, imagining her returning his kiss. a fool's dream.

"You're so fucking perfect." If any of his men came in, they would surely think Negan had gone mad. scratches coated his face; there was no way he could explain this.

Truthfully, it didn't matter. Negan knew his men wouldn't dare to question him, not unless they wanted to deal with whatever he decided was worth it as a punishment.

Pulling away, Negan looked at her like she was a work of art.. Her silver wires now coated with a rustic red courtesy of him.