Chapter One

A/N: TWD is very sneaky, making me have feels for Dwight and Sherry then making him do horrible things so I don't know if I should hate or love him.

DISCLAIMER: Just a fan of The Walking Dead, own nothing.

I'm here, and waiting for you...I'll wait forever for you... Waiting...For You – Mary Elizabeth McGlynn

Two of Negan's wives had given me a glamourous transformation. My long dark brown hair had been curled into soft waves, and I had some light make-up on. I was wearing a cream, form fitting dress which had delicate spaghetti straps and a knee length hemline. On my feet were shiny black heels. I felt uncomfortable and self-conscious, as I could not remember the last time I had worn a dress and I disliked heels. Even before the world had gone to hell, I had gone with a more relaxed style. I had just gotten married to Dwight, in front of a large crowd of Saviours. My wedding ceremony had been quick, performed by a man in the Sanctuary known only as the Reverend, although it was likely he was not even a real Reverend. It had been humiliating to stand there in front of everyone, getting married to a man who had been forced into marrying me just to stay on Negan's good side. The worst part was that Negan had stood there smirking through the ceremony, with his hand firmly on Sherry's waist. She had stood there watching me marry her husband with a carefully blank face. However, when Negan had made Dwight kiss me at the end of the wedding ceremony, a strange expression of anger mixed with sadness had overtaken her face for a few moments before she put her blank mask on again.

I felt terrible for Dwight, and to a lesser extent for Sherry. After all, she had not had her face cruelly disfigured with an iron. Yes, she and Dwight had both suffered under Negan but Dwight had suffered more in my eyes. When Negan had asked me to become Dwight's wife, he had asked me as a polite request but I knew there was an underlying threat in his words. Still, that was not the reason I had agreed to marry Dwight. I knew that if I had not said yes, he would just have chosen another female Saviour. There were plenty to choose from, after all. I hated the thought of anyone else being Dwight's wife even it was just a fake marriage. This was because I had always had a crush on Dwight, from the first day I met him. He had been with a group of Saviours when they found me, all by myself, fighting against a horde of walkers. That day, I had thought it was the end for me. However, Dwight and the other Saviours had rescued me from the walkers and I had become part of the Saviours. Dwight had helped to save me, and he was very attractive. It did not take long for me to develop a crush on him. Even when I had found out he had a wife, my crush had not faded.

I knew it was wrong, and I never told anyone about my crush. I never expected anything to happen between us. Dwight loved Sherry, she loved him. Everything was good for them until they made the mistake of running away, which had unleashed Negan's formidable wrath on them. Now here I was, Dwight's new wife. I was in his room, my meagre pile of belongings and clothes all around me. Negan had ordered some of the Saviours to move my things from the dormitory I was sleeping in to Dwight's room. Before I did anything else, I took off my heels, instantly feeling a little better as my bare feet touched the floor. I then got to work putting my clothes and belongings away. When that was done, I moved onto Dwight's clothes which he had just left lying around the room, tidying up the whole room.

Dwight came into the room, and glared at me after taking a glance around his room. "What the hell did you do in here?"

"Excuse me?" I replied, trying my hardest not to get annoyed with him. "I just tidied up; it was a little messy in here. I was only trying to help you."

He advanced towards me, his hands clenching into fists. His blue eyes were alight with fury. "It's my fucking room, I liked it just the way it was. Don't you ever touch my stuff without my permission, Jena!"

I was a little taken aback, and afraid too. He was practically shouting at me, and he looked angry, but I bravely stood my ground though I wanted to step away from him. "What are you gonna do if I touch your things again? Will you hit me, Dwight?"

"Just shut up!" Dwight growled, roughly pushing past me. He swept all the contents off a table, sending them crashing onto the floor. Then he turned his attention to the rest of the room, making a chaotic mess. He then turned to face me, with a mean look on his face. "Since you like cleaning so much, you can sort all of this out."

"No, Dwight. I'm your wife, not your maid," I replied, relieved he had not hurt me. I had not thought he would be that type of man, and I was so glad I had been right. "Now look, you didn't want to marry me. I get that, but it doesn't mean you have to be rude to me. I'm not a bad person, can't we at least try to be friends?"

Dwight frowned at me, then he sighed, pushing his fair hair back away from his face. "Just say it, Jena. Admit you didn't want to marry me either, then sure. I'll give it a shot. We'll be...I don't know about friends, but I'll be polite. Ok?"

I hesitated. "Well...I can't tell you something that's not true, Dwight."

"Don't fucking lie to me, Jena!" Dwight stormed up to me, turning his face so I saw more of the disfiguring burn mark that had been inflicted on him by Negan. He grabbed hold of my hand and placed it on his face, making me feel the rough, bumpy patches of damaged skin. "You wanted to marry me, with my face like this?"

I lightly caressed Dwight's face, staring directly into his eyes. "You've always been attractive to me, Dwight. Ever since the day I met you, I've liked you," I confessed. "And that didn't change after Negan did what he did to you. You're still the same person to me, even though you always act like a jerk to everyone now."

Dwight stared back at you, his eyes wide with disbelief. He pushed my hand away, shaking his head slowly. "What's wrong with you, Jena? I gave you a chance to tell the truth, but you keep lying to me. I know Negan told you to act like this, didn't he?" He grabbed hold of my arms, his fingers latching onto my skin with a tight grip. "He wants you to be his little spy, doesn't he?"

"No!" I exclaimed angrily, attempting to shove him away. "Let go, that hurts. You have to listen to me, Dwight. I hate him too, I do. I'm not the enemy here..." I hoped I was getting through to him, and it did seem to be working, as I felt his grip on my arms loosening. "You know that this is what Negan wants, right? He wants you to be miserable, for us to fight. You know it doesn't have to be that way..."

Dwight let go of me, and gave me a mistrustful stare. "Just stay out of my way, and I'll stay out of yours..." He left the room, shutting the door with a slam. I was tired, I felt so miserable as I undressed and change into a silk nightgown. Yet another castoff from one of Negan's wives, just like my wedding dress had been. I did not care since clothes were clothes and good quality clothes were hard to come by these days. I lay down on Dwight's bed, and tried my hardest not to think about all the times he must have slept there with Sherry. I found it hard to sleep, and when Dwight came back he was stumbling all over the place. He crashed onto the bed, still fully clothed and stinking of alcohol. I ignored him, just like he wanted me to, but I was surprised when he took hold of my waist, pulling me closer to him. I know it's only because he's drunk himself into a dazed stupor, and it's confirmed when he mumbles Sherry's name into my ear as he holds me close. I stiffened in Dwight's arms, turning to look at him. He's already half asleep, so I just grit my teeth and wait until I hear him snoring, then I carefully move out of his arms. I know he won't be happy if he wakes up in the morning holding me.

The next morning, when I wake up, Dwight is still sleeping. I cautiously leant over him, not wanting him to wake up as I brushed my lips against his quickly. Then I jumped out of bed, and had a quick shower in the bathroom Dwight shares with a few of the other top ranking Saviours. It was much better than the communal ladies shower room I was used to, as it's a lot smaller and private, with a lock to keep others from disturbing you. It also looks nicer and has the luxury of constant hot water, while hot water was rationed severely for those on the points system. I was really looking forward to taking a hot bubble bath later, but right now I wanted to get back to work. After my shower, I get dressed in a simple t-shirt, jeans and my old plimsolls before heading through the compound to the enormous storeroom. I was one of the many Saviours who had the responsibility of keeping an eye on the inventory.

Usually, I would just go straight past George, one of the guards who kept watch the store room, with a smile and a wave. However, today was different. George blocked my path, a rueful expression on his face. "Sorry, Jena. You're not allowed to work here anymore. Negan's orders."

"What?" I said quietly, feeling stunned by the news. My main responsibility had been cruelly ripped away. I had never intended to just sit and laze around simply because I was married now. I still wanted to work, to help the Saviours flourish. "I have to work, George."

"No. Not anymore. You better go; if Negan sees you here we'll both be in trouble."

I sighed, turning to leave. I knew it would be useless to argue with George. As I walked away, I heard footsteps behind me, and then I felt a hand resting on my shoulder. I turned back and saw it was Simon, Negan's right hand man. "I was just leaving."

"I know, sweetheart. I got a little message for you from Negan. He's invited you and Dwight to dinner. Aren't you a lucky lady? It's not many who get the chance to eat meals with him," Simon pushed me forward gently, leaving his hand resting on the small of my back as he fell into step beside me. "Now let's get a move on. He's not a man who likes to be kept waiting. He expects you and Dwight to be there by 6pm tonight."

The last thing I wanted was to eat a meal with Negan, but I knew I had no choice. I moved away from Simon's touch, it made me feel uncomfortable, especially now that I was married, even though I knew Dwight would not care about other men touching me. "I can walk by myself, thanks."

He shrugged. "Suit yourself, sweetheart. But you better keep up with me." He walked ahead, and I reluctantly followed along after him. I was not looking forward to going to have dinner with Negan later on in the day. I just knew Sherry would be there too, and I did not want to see her. It was unreasonable to be jealous of her, I knew that but it didn't change the fact that I was jealous. And I felt really bad for Dwight. That bastard Negan always took every opportunity he could to mess with him, and make him suffer. Yes, Dwight had gone back into favour with Negan but although Negan had shown mercy and forgiven Dwight, he would never forget Dwight's betrayal.

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