Author's Note: This is based of TV!Negan. I have yet to read Comic!Negan, so bear with me! I hope you enjoy it regardless! :)
Luna had dark brown, shoulder-length hair, icy blue eyes that could make a person sympathize for her, and she was tiny. Not only was she tiny, but she was timid. Shy. Quiet. She had always been this way, even before the world ended and the dead began to roam the Earth.
She had been alone for quite some time now. She never really did get along well with others. Many assumed that her introverted nature was her way of thinking that she was better than everyone else, when it was the opposite. Luna never had the self-confidence that many other people had. She never thought she was good enough. Even in the old world.
At first glance, one would guess that she used to be a teacher or an accountant or any job that didn't require much physical effort. Luna didn't mind though. She may have been quiet, but she sure had thick skin.
Luna had been scavenging an abandoned grocery store when she heard the sound of an engine approaching. Instantly, she placed her hand on her Glock 22 that was strapped to her hip. She held it with two straight arms, crouching down stealthily.
Don't kill. Don't kill. Don't kill.
"Please don't make me do anything I don't want to do," she whispered to herself. Luna shut her eyes, waiting for the sound of the engine to become more distant, but when it shut off right outside the store, she knew today's events was not going to turn out the way she hoped it would.
"You lazy fucks go and check the fucking store. We don't have all day and I'm ready to be balls fucking deep in one of my wives when we get back. So, hurry this shit up so we can get going," a deep voice echoed from outside.
Luna couldn't help but cringe at his use of vocabulary. She also couldn't miss the fact that this man said wives. Plural. What kind of woman would want to stay with a man after she realized that he wasn't being faithful?
Suddenly, Luna heard footsteps approach the store. They sure were making a lot of noise. She gripped the handle of the gun, turning to hit one of the men in the face with the butt of her gun. When he fell to the floor, gripping his bloody nose, Luna stood over him, pointing the gun directly at him with sad eyes.
"Please… Just – Just tell your people to leave."
He smirked, staring at her through the streaks of blood coming down his chin. "What are you going to do? Shoot me?"
Her hands begin to shake – just like it always did before she was going to kill someone.
"I don't want to… Damn it, I really don't. So, please… Just tell your leader that there's nothing here," Luna begged. Her eyes were soft and pleading, but her grip on the gun was tight and her finger hovered over the trigger, ready to pull at any moment.
"Hey, Dave! Stop screwing around over there! Negan's already in a bad mood and —" The other man came into view, instantly raising his gun to point at Luna.
Luna doesn't budge nor does she flinch at the sound of the gun being cocked, ready to fire if need be.
"Put the gun down or I will shoot," the man said, helping 'Dave' up to his feet. Two guns were now facing her and she knew it was a losing battle. She sighed, dropping her eyes and placing her gun back into her holster.
"Now that's a good fucking girl. Dave, grab her damn gun and bring her outside to meet the boss. He's going to get a kick out of this shit." Dave wiped the blood with the sleeve of his shirt, staining the fabric and streaking the dried blood across his face.
Dave stepped forward, grabbing the gun roughly and Luna felt helpless. She couldn't fight back, no matter how badly she wanted to. Vulnerable and weaponless, both men drag her outside roughly, tossing her to the ground as she landed on her knees.
Luna glanced around, not expecting this many people. It had been months since she saw the living and she didn't know if that was necessarily a good or bad thing. In this instance, she would go with the latter.
The man in leather turned around at the sound of someone falling, his eyes dropping down to Luna. Instantly, his lips turn into a mischievous grin. He placed his barbed-wire bat over his shoulder as his presence exuded confidence, charisma, and power.
"Well, what do we have here boys?" The man asked, turning his attention to the two men who found her. "And what the fuck happened to you? Why do you have blood all over you face?"
"She hit me, boss. With this gun." Dave held out the gun, showing his 'boss' just exactly what she used to bunt him with.
"Is that right?" The man kneeled down to be at eye-level with Luna. When he looked into her eyes, he noticed the sparkly blue irises that lied beneath her shyness. He was expecting to see fear; he was not expecting to see acceptance of their fate. It was different for a change.
"Did you hit one of my men, doll?"
Luna cleared her throat, nodding slowly. She couldn't get out of this and it wasn't like she wanted to either.
"I'm sorry," Luna said, dropping her eyes to the ground. She placed her hands on the gravel beneath her, fidgeting slightly. She wanted her gun back. It made her feel secure, it made her feel confident enough that she could handle anything.
"Well, if it isn't my fucking lucky day. You're apologizing without me even asking? Shit, doll! My men and I are not used to people immediately giving in like that. But this — You're in my territory and that means you broke one of my fucking rules. Before we fucking get to that, I probably should be a gentleman and fucking introduce myself."
The man stood up, straightening out his jacket as he glanced around the array of men he had standing by. It felt good to know that he was in charge, that he was the motherfucking boss.
"I'm Negan," he said, grinning down at Luna with his trademark dimpled smirks. Luna didn't dare look up at him, but she did spare him a glance. "And what's your name, doll?"
"Luna," was her simple reply. He had what he needed, what he wanted, there was nothing more that he could take from her that he already hadn't.
"That's a beautiful name for a fucking beautiful woman. Doesn't that fucking mean the Moon or some shit like that?" Negan said, waving his hand uncaringly at the air.
Luna doesn't respond. He was right though. It did mean the Moon. It reminded Luna of her childhood and how obsessed her mother was with the Moon that when she found out she was having a girl, she decided she would name her Luna.
She remembered sitting out at the porch, staring up at the starry sky and the bright Moon. It was soothing and Luna would always stay outside when she heard her parents arguing and the sounds of her mother's pained cries whenever her father hit her. Her childhood wasn't the best, but she never regretted a bit of it. Luna was shy, quiet, but she was also very forgiving.
Luna would stay out on the porch, staring at the sky, remembering what her mother had told her. Even in the darkness, the Moon was always there. It shone a light through the darkness of her life and even when nights where the abuse was heard, the Moon managed to comfort her, reminding her that the darkness would never fully consume her.
Luna shook her head slightly at the thoughts that clouded her mind. She hated thinking about the life she had before the world ended. It wasn't something that she wanted to remember when it meant nothing anymore.
"I asked you a fucking question. It would be polite if you answered me," Negan said, shaking her out of her trance.
"Y — Yes… It means the Moon."
Negan cupped her chin roughly, making her stare directly into his cold eyes. Luna couldn't help but wonder what caused the darkness to consume this man. When she looked into his eyes, she didn't see anything. She didn't see pain, grief, loss… Instead, she saw nothing. Her previous job had taught her how to read people and there was a saying that the eyes were the mirror to the soul, but staring directly into this man's eyes…
She wasn't able to read him.
"You don't like talking much, huh?" Negan asked.
"Guess not," she shrugged.
Negan released her chin, narrowing his eyes at her. He had to wonder why he suddenly felt a sense of protectiveness at her shy nature. It wasn't every day that he met someone as timid as her, as willing as her. It was strange.
"Now, let me give you the rundown, sweetheart. I'm going to give you a few options and you tell me which the fuck you're going to choose. Am I clear?"
Luna nodded.
"Option one! I take all your stuff, including that beautiful Glock 22 in my fucking possession and leave you here alone to pick up the scraps. Option two, I still take your stuff, but you come back with me to my compound and work for me. Or option three, I take your stuff and then kill you. So, what's it going to fucking be, doll?" Negan grinned.
Luna had to contemplate at the hands that she was being dealt with. It was an obvious answer. Of course she was going to choose option two. There was no way she was going to survive out in this world without her gun, she just hoped that he would return it soon.
"Option two… But I want my gun back. Please."
Negan took the gun from Dave, inspecting it carefully. "You're going to have to earn my trust before you can get this bad boy back." He helped Luna stand, taking notice of how tiny she really was compared to him.
Luna kept her hands laced in front of her, her eyes directly onto the gravel. Negan was determined to make this woman break out of her shell. He always wanted someone obedient, but he didn't know if he could truly handle it.
Luna was already getting on his nerves with how obedient she was. He was hoping she would talk back, show him how big of a badass she was, but he was disappointed. She agreed without any hesitation.
"Let's get back to the compound. We've got a new fucking occupant in our hands, fellas! Gotta show her some respect. Let's not keep her waiting," Negan smirked, bringing Luna to the truck. She climbed in eagerly, buckling her seat belt.
Luna kept her eyes out the window as Negan began to drive. He had placed his weapon between the both of them. It was odd how he seemed so relaxed, so calm knowing that this world would never be what it once was.
Luna wanted to know how he could remain fearless.
As they pulled up to the gates, Luna widened her eyes at the undead who were chained to the front. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before. As questions clouded her thoughts, Luna opted to remain quiet.
Negan helped her out of the truck and into the compound past the doors. When she looked down, she noticed a community of people minding their own business until Negan showed up. That was when they all kneeled at his presence. Negan grinned proudly, leaning back against the railing as he looked down at her.
Luna slowly brought her attention to the man next to her, staring once more into his eyes.
Again, nothing.
"Welcome to the motherfucking Sanctuary, Luna."
He was the darkness and she was the light.
