I held the assault rifle in my hands, looking out across the darkened street. There wasn't much going on, a few walkers here and there but nothing that couldn't wait until tomorrow to be dealt with. There was no need to shoot, not now at least. I didn't wish to wake up any of the residents of Alexandria and worry them, nor attract more walkers to the safe haven. Stifling a yawn, I sat down onto the camping chair, resting the gun on my lap. Not much longer until someone else would come onto duty, something I was thankful for.
With everything that had been happening lately, such as the fight against the Saviours, I hadn't been able to sleep much and it was beginning to catch up with me. Rick and the others had gone in guns blazing and now, most of them were dead. Some were spared their lives, forced into submission to the Saviours and Negan, returning to Alexandria broken people.
I hadn't known what to do when I saw them. I wanted to help them, to make them feel as if everything would be alright but it was hard to believe, especially every time the Saviours came by for their collection. We were struggling to survive.
Every day was a hard one, and for me, there was an internal battle. What if I'd been there? Fighting alongside them? I doubted it would have made much of a difference but, it just didn't sit right with me that so many died and I did nothing to help. A hatred for myself soon developed and so now I dedicated as much time as I could physically handle to stay on watch or go on supply runs. Anything to help the community that had taken me in and helped me.
The sun began to rise, causing me to squint as I moved to stand, holding the gun by my side, a sigh moving past my soft lips. The nights and days of hardly any sleep were definitely catching up to me and so when I heard my name being called, I turned, looking down towards Rosita, watching as she climbed up towards me.
"Morning! Looks like it's going to be a nice day. Shame that I may spend most of it sleeping." I chuckled lightly, handing the gun over to her. Just as I was about to walk away her hand lightly patted on my shoulder.
"Get some rest, you look exhausted Sadie." Her smile was soft, eyes showing her worry for me. I felt bad, that was the last thing that I wanted and so I nodded in response, moving to climb down the ladder.
It wasn't long before I found myself stood on my porch, stretching upwards I let out a yawn, looking around as others were beginning to walk around Alexandria, getting on with their chores for the day. Pushing the door open, I slipped off my boots before heading up the stairs towards my bedroom. The bed looked so inviting and I could have quite easily collapsed onto it fully dressed but I knew I'd end up waking up in discomfort and so, with that in mind, I stripped down, finding a baggy shirt that hung down to mid-thigh before crawling under the covers.
I sighed, smiling softly as I turned over, pulling the curtains shut to block out the light. Snuggling into the bed, one of my legs wrapped around the cover, cuddling it closely to my form. It wasn't long before I fell into a deep slumber, the world of dreams claiming me.
Negan grinned up towards Rosita, winking. "Well, hello darlin'. How about you open up the gate?"
He didn't want nor expect a response. She, along with everyone else knew that when the Saviours came knocking, to let them in. Their numbers were already down enough, they didn't need to lose anyone else.
A man pulled open the gate, allowing for the vehicles to drive through before slamming it shut. The man huffed, glaring in their direction although it was obvious he was not going to say anything to the men that began to pile out of the vehicles. Negan stood there grinning, Lucille swung over his shoulder as he began to stroll along the street, whistling.
"Did you all miss me? I bet you most certainly fucking did!" He sounded so delighted, laughing heartily, some of his men joining in before beginning to get on with their job of collecting the supplies.
It was odd for Negan to come along, now at least it was. Usually, it was just his men who came by and whilst people weren't happy about it, seeing him here was much worse. Most people avoided him, quickly moving out of the way.
"It seems without your great fucking leader, you've all become spineless." He was waiting for someone to approach him, to act like they were in charge but no one did and so he smiled victoriously, slowly moving along the street. His eyes looked over the houses, watching the people that stood still either on their porches or by their windows, all except one that seemed devoid of human life. Perhaps it was just empty he thought to himself but a part of him had to check, had to ensure that no one was inside plotting anything.
Negan knew that they'd learned their lesson, he was certain of it but this didn't mean that someone wouldn't have the balls to stand up to them. With the grin still plastered across his face, he ascended up the stairs, pushing the door open with ease. A small chuckle sounded from him as he entered the property, thankful he hadn't needed to smash open the door. If someone was in here, he didn't want to disturb them, not yet anyway.
He checked every room downstairs before deciding to head up, Lucille resting against his shoulder, the leather jacket he wore protecting him from the barbed wire that was wrapped around the bat.
He heard her before he saw her, a soft moan sounding from a bedroom which he headed directly too. Instantly his mind was filled with filthy thoughts, expecting to catch someone in the act but instead, he saw a sleeping woman, her thigh exposed as it wrapped around the cover. His eyes scanned over her form hungrily, stopping on her panty clad rear.
Negan remained like that a while, enjoying the view before he cleared his throat. "Well, hello there doll. I don't think we've met."
In an instant my hand moved to the window ledge, gripping onto the knife that had been laid there before turning towards where the voice had come from.
I'd never met Negan but I'd heard plenty about him, enough to know that's who stood in front of me, the baseball bat he'd so lovingly called Lucille pointing at me, threatening me. My own weapon was lowered onto the bed, knowing it was best not to try anything stupid.
"You're a good girl, clever. Now, tell me your name? I'm sure if we'd met, I wouldn't have forgotten it because you are be-fucking-autiful darlin'." Lucille was lowered down as he sauntered closer to me, that grin never once faltering.
"Sadie. My name is Sadie." The way he called me doll and darling irritated me, making me want to correct him but I decided against it. It seemed that Negan was happy with my co-operation as he nodded in response, placing Lucille up against a set of drawers in the bedroom.
"Where are you from originally, doll? England?" I nodded in response to his question, trying to move the covers over my exposed thighs, noticing the way his eyes hungrily moved over my body. He tutted, moving closer until his hand was set on my own. "Now come on, no need to be shy."
My hand ceased moving, a growl sounding from my throat as I glared towards him. "Get your fucking hand off me."
This only caused him to laugh, a glint of danger shining in his brown orbs, the hand that had been on mine moving to scratch at his salt and pepper stubble. "Oooh, feisty. I think me and you could have a lot of fucking fun, Sadie." The way he said my name caused a shiver to run down my spine, heat pooling down into my core causing my thighs to press together slightly. I knew I was supposed to hate this man and, I did but I also found him attractive, even with how arrogant and domineering he was.
I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, turning them even rosier than they usually were. All I wanted in that moment was for the world to engulf me because I couldn't handle the way he stared almost unblinkingly at me. I felt more than saw him step closer towards me, his leather-clad hand gripping my chin, forcing me to look at him.
"If you're agreeable to it." His thumb moved upwards, stroking along my lower lip lightly. I just sat there, still and quiet as a burning anger began to slowly bubble up inside of me. Without much thought, my right hand moved up swiftly, striking hard against his cheek.
"I'd rather fucking die, Negan." My words were spoken with venom as my brown eyes stared daggers at him.
He chuckled, letting my face go as he moved towards Lucille. "Well darlin', we can certainly arrange that, however..." He paused, turning back to face me, Lucille once again pointing at my face. "I like that you have some fucking lady balls." He was grinning like the Cheshire cat as he edged closer to me, the end of Lucille pushing into my shoulder lightly. "I'm also probably about fifty percent more into you now."