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“Boss, she’s not eating. We give her food but she doesn’t even touch it. It’s been three days.” Simon said to Negan, updating him about you. His mouth curling downward slightly, “Alright. Take her out. Have her in my office in five minutes.” Simon obeyed with a nod before turning to walk back to your door.

Once again the door opened, you waited for another tray to come sliding, but it never came, rather in its place was a silhouette of a man. You looked over, covering your sensitive eyes. “Come on out sweetheart, Negan wants to talk to you.” Simon told you. Your body slowly got up and you inched closer to Simon. You could feel how weak you’ve become. “How long have I been in there?” you asked him. With a simple answer he said “Three days.” You were shocked, it had seemed like you were in there for twice as long. You walked next to Simon as your knee buckled, you stumbled. Simon’s strong hand wrapped around your waist and asked “You alright? Are you okay to walk?” You shook him off of you in protest, “I’m fine, I don’t need help.” you simply stated. Simon chuckled in amusement of your stubbornness. “I’m starting to see why Negan likes you so much.” You just looked at him with no emotion, to drained to even say anything smart back to him.

Simon knocked on the big mahogany door to Negan’s office. “Come in.” you heard Negan yell from the other side. Simon reached for the doorknob and opened the door. You looked at him before taking a deep breath and walking in. You looked like shit. Plain and simple, and probably smelled a little ripe too. Three days locked in a damp room in this heat; it’s a wonder that you didn’t have a heatstroke. Too tired to care about the way you smelled, you only cared about if you looked as bad as you felt. You didn’t want Negan to think that he broke you.

There he was. He sat behind a grand desk in a black leather chair. He was turned around facing the window; he heard your footsteps stop as he slowly turned around to face you. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped slightly as he looked at you. “Doll, you look like shit. Have you seen yourself? Oh and have you smelled yourself, goddamn doll.” Negan ranted. You didn’t care, your jaw tightened as you grew impatient. “You finished yet?” you broke your silence. Negan raised his eyebrows as he lifted out of his chair, walking over to you, “Now come on doll, you don’t want to go back to your special room now do you? Your mouth was the reason I put you in there in the first place. Sit.” He motioned for you to sit.  You thought about what he said as you cautiously sat down. He leaned up against the front of his desk and flat out said “You have a choice to make doll. You can A, choose to work for me as a savior, go on runs and do pick-ups. You get a nice room; you work for points to get what you want around here. Or option B, you can be my wife.” He smiled as he lifted his arms out like he was showcasing himself to you, he continued, “With that option, you get a room like this, you don’t have to work for points, you want something, you get it. But best of all, you get me.” Waiting to see if he was finished before you spoke, “Okay, I choose-” He cut you off, “Now before you pick so quickly, I want you to think about this, take a walk around the sanctuary, I’ll have Simon take you. So you can really think about what’s best for you and your new life here.”

You stared at him, nodding indefinitely to make sure you weren’t going back to that hell hole. “Would it be too much to ask for some new clothes and a shower?” you sheepishly asked not wanting to set him off. “Yeah, I’ll have Simon get you some clothes and you can use my shower. And eat for fucks sake would you!” he said. You got up from the couch, thanking him with a small smile before heading out the door. Simon was standing just outside of Negan’s door. Speaking to Simon, Negan said “Get her some new clothes, she can shower here. Then once she’s all cleaned up take her to eat, get whatever the fuck she wants. Take her on a tour, and then bring her back here.” Simon agreed quickly before he turned and started walking, “Come on, let’s get you some clothes.” You followed quickly behind him as he rounded the corner, Negan still watching you.

“Here, pick out whatever fits you.” he said, he wasn’t very good at conversations you thought. Obeying him, you found some jeans, a white tank top and grabbed a navy and grey flannel shirt. You saw a piece of small black fabric; you silently grabbed them and balled them up. “Ooh, nice choice, Negan loves black panties!” Simon said. You just rolled your eyes ignoring his comment. He smirked at you, “Good, you can take a joke, you’ll get along fine with everyone here.” He chuckled out. “You ready, because you are ripe!” You nodded your head. You oddly felt comfortable with him, even though he locked you away under Negan’s order. The two of you started walking back to Negan’s room. “So, you’re like Negan’s right hand man, what’s that like?” you questioned. He answered honestly “It’s like, you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours. Has more pro’s than con’s you know. And over the years we have become sort of like friends.”

“That sounds nice. Do you do most of his dirty work then, I mean you were the one to lock me away…” you held back the frustration from leaking into your voice. “Nah, Negan’s actually a great guy, I only did that because, and well he had some other business to attend to. You got off easy though, from the sounds of it, you talked back to him, and no one does that. You must have some iron balls to do that. And you saved one of his men…a beautiful woman like you, has a mouth on her and can defend herself from the dead. You’re a jackpot my dear.” He kept walking. “Thanks?” you were unsure how to reply to that.

“You choose yet?” he stated.

“What?” you asked

“He gave you the options right? You either chose to fight for him or to be his wife. Did. You. Choose.” He finished.

“N...No. I didn’t, I was going to choose right away but he told me to think about it. But I don’t think I’m going to change my mind.” You confessed, “I was going to choose to be a savior, like you, I can’t just do nothing, I have to be out there, in the shit. I’ve been surviving pretty much on my own for a couple of weeks, before Rick found me six months ago.” you were beginning to tell him too much.

“Why were you on your own?” he curiously looked at you as you both stopped walking.

“Well, when this started I was in California, I was with a group as we traveled towards the east coast. I was with my boyfriend, Tyler, his sister, mother, step brother and step father and a couple others. We made it here a while back, to see if the CDC could help. Turned out it was blown to shit. There was a herd of walkers; you got separated.” You continued, “Tyler pushed me out of the way as they closed in on him.” Tears started burning at your eyes. “I told him to try the window, the walkers just got closer and closer as, I watched him climb out, and so I ran around the building to find him. And as I turned to corner I saw three walkers on him. I felt this anger come over me, he couldn’t die. He just couldn’t. He couldn’t leave me alone out here.” Simon watched you as you started to cry, wiping at your tears “he got bitten, but he didn’t tell me until the next day when the infection got him. I couldn’t bring myself to leave him or to kill him, so he left.” You stared to shake a little recalling the memories. “I was alone at the shack alongside the road we had found. I waited and waited for him to return but he didn’t, and I knew that he turned. I went out one night and there he was, I whistle as he turned towards me. Once I knew it was him for sure I ran into the shack and I grabbed my knife, ran out onto the road. It was dark, and raining. I watched as he followed me, reaching for me, biting.” You took a deep breath, “At that moment, all I had in this world was gone. I was alone. He got closer and I did it. I…I put him down. He fell down onto the road, still. I fell to my knees, sobbing because I realized that I was in fact alone.” You controlled your emotions, looking at Simon’s face, as you wiped stray tears from your cheeks. “I was out there with him, in the rain for like twenty minutes,” you through your hands up, “as lights came down the road, an RV came up on us…on me. They stopped, people got out, started yelling to me. Asking if I was bitten. If I had any weapons. I slowly turned around and answered them. It was Rick and his group, they took me in.”

Simon looked at you in solace. Not sure how to respond to your tragic backstory. You shook you head and sighed as you just told Simon basically your whole life. He silently grabbed your shoulder and squeezed gently before letting go he said “I’m so sorry, that’s some fucked up shit. And you’re tough as hell, Y/N, you really are.” You both began walking again. The two of you turned the corner to go to Negan’s room. You took the doorknob twisting it in your hand, and then opened the door. You’re eyes saw Negan, and you quickly apologized “Sorry, I should have knocked.” He shook his head and said “It’s alright; I was expecting you any minute anyway. Shower is right over there.” He pointed, you smiled a little as you walked over, clothing the door behind you.

After you were showered and dressed, Negan said “Well, don’t you look nice. Simon is outside waiting for you, he’ll take you to get some food and then a tour. Don’t forget you have a big decision to make doll.” He smiled.

You headed outside, feeling clean and refreshed. Simon waved at you as you walked over to him. On your way to the cafeteria, he showed you around a little. Once at the cafeteria, Simon told he cook, “Negan said she can have whatever she wanted so…” The cook shook his head. “I’ll just have some water and a protein bar. That’ll be good, thanks.” Happily the cook handed you bottled water and a power bar. Simon scoffed “That’s it? Alright, well you can eat and walk right, so let’s get on with the tour.”

He started walking at a fast pace, your short legs struggled to keep up. You looked around and listened as he told you where everything was. It was a fairly quick tour. You had finished the tour, coming full circle back to the building with Negan’s room in it. He said “It will take some getting used to but after a couple of days, you’ll know where everything is and most of everyone’s names.” He pointed to the doors that lead to Negan, “Up you go, and hopefully you made your decision…good luck, Y/N.”

You ascended the stairs and made your way to Negan’s door. This time you knocked. You heard “Yeah, it’s open.” So you opened the door and took a step towards Negan. He eyeballed you as you closed his door. He motioned you closer. “Well, doll. You make up your mind yet?”

Part 5 coming soon!