#negantwd

Sarah let out a breath of relief I'm guessing as she visibly relaxed, "you scared me there for a second. It won't be so bad so don't worry."

A frustrated sigh left my lips, "it's easy for you to say." She looked at me and rolled her eyes, "I'm being serious, how would you feel if your husband had multiple wives and he put you where they used to live. Not only that but treated you like the shit he scraped off the bottom of his boots."

"Is that what you think?" Negans deep voice sounded as he made his way inside. He looked at Sarah and jerked his head to the side, she made a quick exit leaving us alone. His eyes turned to me  glaring, obviously mad which he always seemed to be these days. "You think I treat you like shit huh?"

I rolled my eyes and I could feel my cheeks starting to get hot, I didnt know he was outside listening. "Well here lately you sure haven't been treating me like your wife."

"And who's fuckin fault is that?" His eyebrow quirked up as he crossed his arms across his chest.

I sighed, mentally done with this conversation. "I know, okay, I fucked up. How long are you going to keep bringing it up? I told you I was sorry, a dozen times, what else do you want from me?"

I was expecting a smart remark or yelling or something, I wasn't expecting him to sigh and hang his head. "I know you're sorry, but that's not enough." When his eyes met mine I could see the pain there which made me less mad at him. "Dont look at me like that Goddammit."

"Like what?" I whispered, I could feel my walls starting to break again.

"Like that! Like you actually feel fuckin remorseful for what you put me through. Like you're finally feeling my pain, it's not going to work so stop." He pushed away from the counter he was leaning against and made his way to the side of the bed. "Let me help you put your shoes on and I'll take you to where you and Sarah will be staying."

"Youre kidding right?" He looked at me like he had no idea what I was talking about. "Youre really going to make me stay where your wives used to?"

"What the fuck is wrong with that? That's a very spacious room, plus you'll have people waiting on you hand and fuckin foot. Is that not good enough for you?"

"It's not about the damn room negan! It's about you treating me the way you used to!" My anger had boiled over, i couldnt hold back anymore he just didn't seem to get it. "You know what, forget it. Just give me a regular room, you can have that big spacious room and fill it with as many wives as you want because I am done. Officially done this time. I guess that's one good thing about the apocalypse, you don't have to actually get a divorce, well you actually have to really have a real ceremony to actually be married." I was rambling, straying far from what I was trying to say. "What I'm trying to say is that we are done. Whatever we had is gone and I guess I have to take some blame for that but you play a part in it too."

"I don't want anymore fuckin wives." Negan started but I held up my hand halting him.

"I don't care what you want anymore negan. It's obviously not me anymore, so you do what you want from now on. Just stay away from me, please." He bent down and helped me slip on my shoes, before he stood I quickly wiped a stray tear from my face. I grabbed my crutches from beside the bed, he made a move to help me but I pulled away. "I don't want your help."

He held up his hands in defense and sighed. Sarah walked in, "are we leaving now sir?" He nodded, Sarah grabbed the bags she had prepared and moved to my side and I allowed her to help me.

Negans face twisted in anger at the sight, "so you'll let her help you but not your goddamn husband?"

"I already told you, youre not my husband anymore." I grit my teeth holding back a wince as the pain shot down my leg. Negan growled but didn't say anything more, he held the door open for us as Sarah helped me through.

Sarah looked at the stairs and halted in her tracks. Negan turned and gave her a quizzical look. "Whats the problem now?" His voice booming throughout the sanctuary.

"Sir, it's going to be very difficult for y/n to climb up and down the stairs. Actually it'll probably be impossible for her to make it back down them if we were able to get her up them in the first place."

Instead of getting mad like I thought he would he smiled, walked over towards me and gently picked me up bridal style. I tried to resist but there wasn't much I could do. "You plan on doing this every time I need to come downstairs? I thought you were so busy."

He chuckled and leaned down next to my ear, "nope, at least I know you can't escape right now." So that was his plan, that's the reason he wanted me upstairs. He knew I couldn't walk back down the stairs, at least not right now.

When we made it to the room that I absolutely hated he motioned for Sarah to open the door and she did immediately. "Home sweet home." He said placing me down on one of the couches.

"Maybe to you or your other whores."

"Excuse me sir." Sarah sounded from behind me, he must have addressed her but I wasn't looking at him. "I need to get a few more things from downstairs."

I saw the shadow of his hand waving, dismissing her and she quickly left closing the door behind her. Negan sat beside me on the couch as I took the room in. I hated it, everything in here was just as the other ones left it. I swear I could almost still smell the lingering of their scent here, it made me want to puke.

"So baby..." He started but I cut him off.

"Dont call me that! I have a name and I want you to use it from now on." My eyes snap to his and he has the nerve to smile. "I'm glad you think this is funny."

"It's fuckin hilarious." He started to laugh which made me even more furious.

"You don't get it do you?" His head cocked to the side. "I'm serious when I say it's over. Whatever I felt for you is gone. I keep apologizing for what happened but you know what? I don't apologize, because I didn't do this to myself. I was protecting my then husband because I loved him. That group out there the ones that took me, they're responsible for this not me."

He seemed to think about my words but negan was stubborn and I knew he would still blame me for everything. "Come on now doll, you still love me and you fuckin know it." He slid closer to me on the couch but I scooted away.

"No negan. I'm done with these little games of yours." His hand reached out to touch me put I pulled away, "don't touch me."

He growled and sat back in the couch. "For fucks sake." His words were partly muffled by him running his hand over his face in frustration. "So we are just going to sit here in awkward silence. Is that what you fuckin want?"

"You don't have to sit here period. I don't need a babysitter. I would rather be by myself anyways. So don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya." I got up and wobbled on my crutches a bit but found my footing. Negan was there right behind me willing to catch me if I fell. "I'm good." I stated before hobbling to one of the bedrooms, negan trailing right behind me.

He opened the bedroom door for me, inside was a single dresser and a full size bed. I felt negans hot breath on my neck and the heat from his body as he leaned I close. "Wanna test it out?"

The thought of screwing negan on the bed one of his wives had slept in made me cringe. Even the thought of sleeping in it made my skin crawl because I'm sure he fucked which ever one of wives that used this room in it. I pushed past him walking back into the living room and plopping down on the couch. "I'm not going anywhere near any of those beds, and I'm definitely not getting into any bed with you so you can just stop trying."

"Whats wrong with the beds?" He asked and actually looked like he had no idea what I was talking about.

"Seriously negan? Are you really that obtuse?" I asked, he raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "How many of your whores did you fuck in that bed?"

He scoffed, turning his back to me he walked around the room. "Is that what is your fuckin problem is?" I raised my eyebrow at him as I crossed my arms across my chest. He laughed as he sat down on the coffee table in front of me. "Are you jealous doll?"

Now it was my turn to laugh, "seriously? You think that's what it is? I'm not fucking jealous of your whores. I don't want to sleep or be anywhere near any place that you...."

He laughed back at me and leaned in close. "Then I'm guessing you don't want to know what I have done on that couch your fine ass is sitting on."

I gasped, "here?" I pointed down toward the cushions.

He nodded, "sometimes two at a fuckin time."

My hand collided with the side of his face, his head snapped to the side and when his eyes met mine I could see surprise in them before he shook it off.

"How dare you! You know how I felt about all of this, way before when we first got together you knew how I felt about you having other wives. Then you expect me to live in the same place they did! What? Is this a punishment because you are still mad at me for saving your sorry ass!? I want out of here and I want out of here now!"

"You wanna spend the duration of your pregnancy in one of the cells down stairs?" He challenged.

"Yes! I would rather be down there than in here! I don't care I'll sleep on the ground outside before I stay another minute in here." I stood and hobbled towards the door but he stepped in front of me. "Get out of my way."

"Or what?" He growled.

"You really want to find out big man? Just because I'm still recovering doesn't mean I can't kick your ass." He smiled, taking a step forward I shook my head. I shoved him as hard as I could but he didn't move. His hands cupped my face, I tried to pull away but he wouldn't let me. "Dont touch me." He smirked and I beat my hands against his chest. He crashed his lips to mine and for a moment I got lost in his kiss but then I got my wits about me and pushed against his chest until he broke the kiss. "No. I'm not doing this anymore. I'm done, I'm gone. Leave me alone."

He stepped back but didn't let go of my face. "You know you don't mean that. You fuckin love me and you know it."

I pulled his hands from my face, "used to. Not anymore. Maybe one of your whores will take you back but not me." I pushed past him and slammed the door open making my way to the stairs.

"Where the fuck you think you're going?" Negan growled as he spun me around to face him.

"Anywhere but in there." I gestured towards the room we were just in.

"Yes you goddamn are, you're not going anywhere else beside back in that fuckin room." He tried to pull me back but I dug my 9heels in, not budging. "Damn it, would you just listen for once in your fuckin life!"

I pulled out of his grasp and almost tumbled backwards but caught myself on the railing of the stairs. I turned and took the first step down, the pain in my hip screamed at me to stop but my anger fueled me to push ahead.

"Y/n! Stop!" Negans voice boomed from behind me, I flipped him the finger and took the next step down. He was there beside me in a instant sweeping me up in his arms.

"I'm not going back in there." I stated matter of factly.

"I get the point, okay. Damn woman, you'll be the death of me yet." He whispered under his breath, he took me back up the stairs, we passed the dreadful wives room and continued down the hall until we got to his bedroom door. He opened the door and took me to the bed and placed me gently down on it.

A sense of comfort came over me at the familiar sights and smells of the room that we used to share. Nothing had changed since the last rime I was in here and that gave me comfort as well. "I thought you didnt want me in here?"

"You didn't give me much of a fuckin choice now did you?" He huffed as he sat down in the chair across from the bed.

"Why do you hate me so much that you don't want me in here?" I felt tears spring to my eyes.

He let out a long sigh and rubbed his hand over his face. "I don't fuckin hate you. I didn't want to bring you in here because when we are alone together, I forget why I'm mad at you to begin with."

"Well, why do you want to stay mad at me?"

"Because if I'm not angry at you then..."

I waited but he didn't continue, "then?"

He shook his head, "Nothing. I need to go let Sarah know where you'll be staying. Do me a favor and stay put." I nodded then he left the room. Leaving me there to ponder on what he was going to say. Why wouldn't he let down his guard around me? Being back here in this room made me less angry as well, knowing this is our place just for us made me happy. That's something I haven't felt in a while. 

A few minutes later Sarah walked into the room, I expected negan to be behind her but he wasn't. Sarah seemed to know what I was thinking, "he's with the saviors. They're going on a run or something."

I nodded but my heart sank I really thought we were gonna make some headway but he didn't want to be around me right now. Maybe when he came home tonight we would finally be able to get down to the point on what was going on inside that head of his.

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