I had been loyal to Negan since day one.

Granted, we hadn't been together very long, but in the months that I had grown to know him, I had also grown to love him—more than life itself.

He became my entire world, and I his. He left his wives, and swore to me that he wouldn't lay his hands on another woman again.

When Rick's people attacked the Savior compound and killed Negan's men, I understood that punishment needed to happen. We survived because of punishment—because of what Negan had built for us. These Alexandrians came along and really put a wrench in things, and they even had the balls to defy Negan and collect guns to start an uprising.

Unfortunately for Rick, Negan was always one step ahead of him. We took some men and formed a fake community, and led with the pretenses that we were willing to help Rick fight Negan. I met with them multiple times, learning all their plans for an attack on my beloved. They told me everything, and I went right back to Negan with the details. They thought they were so clever, but they were in for a real surprise when they realized I was a double agent.

The day arrived when Rick was going to move forward with his plan. Negan arrived at the gates of Alexandria, and I stood next to Rick on a scaffolding, pretending that I was about to fight the Saviors. Eugene gave some stupid speech about no one needing to get hurt. Rick gave the signal to set off the explosives, but nothing happened. He turned to look at me as I pointed my gun in his face, finally showing my true colors.

Negan appeared, and I smiled down at him. He went over to a big coffin on the trailer bed—and then shit hit the fan.

Sasha, that woman that had snuck into the Sanctuary and tried to kill Negan, had somehow died inside the coffin. She reached her arms out towards Negan and they both fell off of the trailer bed. I watched in shock, and then Carl started shooting people.

I turned my attention back on Rick, who was trying to plead with me.

"You don't have to do this!" he begged. I narrowed my eyes at him, and lifted a leg to kick him off the platform. He fell onto the ground below, and I jumped down next to him. Rick struggled to stand up, and I pointed my gun at him. There was chaos going on around us.

"We can work out a deal! You don't have to work for Negan!" Rick cried, and I pulled the trigger, shooting him in the side.

"I am Negan." I smiled, leaning close to his face.

They had lost, and we all knew it.

I grabbed Rick by his arm and dragged him down the road to where the others had started to gather. Negan winked at me as I threw Rick on the ground before him.

"You're not gonna win," Rick growled at Negan. I balled my hand into a fist and punched Rick square in the jaw, knocking him to the ground from the blow.

I pulled him so he was sitting up on his knees, and drew my arm back to hit him again, when Negan's voice made me freeze.

"Woah, woah, woah, Nina-Bo-Nina! I think Rick the Prick has had enough!" Negan crouched down to get into Rick's face. "Besides, his day is about to get a whole lot fucking worse."

I watched with a content smile on my face as Negan told Rick how badly he had fucked up—how he was going to kill Carl. It had to be done. Rick broke the rules and needed to pay. Rick was still defiant as ever, and I shook my head in disgust. This man just wouldn't learn.

I looked on as Negan stood up, took Carl's hat off, and raised Lucille high above his head.

And then, a fucking tiger jumped through the air and landed right on a Savior, tearing into his face.

I backed up in fear as the large animal mauled our man, and looked over to see a bunch of people rushing into Alexandria, shooting at us.

My thoughts went straight to Negan. I needed to get him out of here and to safety. I turned to see he was already hiding behind a truck, eyes locked onto me. I nodded at him. I could handle myself, and he knew it.

We made a break for a van as the guns fired like crazy around us. Negan got inside and leaned down to offer me a hand to pull me up. Just as my hand met his, I felt a sharp pain through my shoulder and fell forward into the van. I looked down to see blood was seeping through my shirt.

I had been shot.

"DRIVE!" Negan yelled, laying me down on the floor of the van. I looked up at him with wide eyes as shock took over. He was pressing hard against the wound, and I could see the worry in his eyes.

"Stay with me, Nina!" He was brushing hair out of my face with his other hand, his other was applying so much pressure to the gunshot that it made the pain even worse.

I heard the engine start, and the truck sped out of Alexandria. They continued to shoot at us, but then the gunfire got quieter as we made some distance. I continued to look at Negan—his handsome face looking down at me with such worry. It was getting harder to breathe. My vision started to fade, and I closed my eyes, not able to keep them open any longer.


I opened my eyes and could see a white ceiling above me. I wasn't in the truck anymore, I was somewhere else. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my shoulder and I fell back onto a bed. I looked around to see I was in Dr. Carson's office.

I was home.

"Just relax, honey. You're okay." Negan's voice came from my side, and I looked up at him. He was sitting in a chair pushed next to my bed, and he reached his hand over to mine and squeezed it.

"One of those Alexandria assholes shot you. You almost died." He sat up closer to me and brushed a hand against my forehead. I pressed into his touch and closed my eyes, trying my best to focus on breathing. It hurt just to do that.

"Are you okay?" I rasped, opening my eyes after a few moments and looking over at him.

"I'm fine. They didn't get me." He smiled down at me. "I thought I lost you, babe."

I smiled back, and that sharp pain coursed through my body again, making me wince.

"Go back to sleep. You need to rest. I'll be here. I'm not leaving your side."

He held my hand as I closed my eyes and allowed sleep to take me again.


I opened my eyes to see the room was dimly lit. Negan was still sitting in the chair next to me, but his head was leaning on the arm and he was fast asleep. I slowly sat up and looked down at myself, ignoring the harsh pain.

I was laying in a medical bed, and there was a huge bandage covering my upper shoulder from where my wound had been cleaned and treated. I went to move my arm, to see if I could use it, but I felt pressure in my injured shoulder, which made me cry out in pain.

Negan sat up and looked at me with concern.

"Nina! You need to be careful!" He stood up and walked around the bed to the other side.

"I've had worse," I laughed, trying to show him I was tougher than a stupid gunshot wound.

Negan sighed and crawled into the bed with me. I moved over to make room, minding my shoulder that was on the opposite side he was on. He laid down next to me on his side, and pulled me into his arms. I relaxed against him.

"What are we going to do now?" I asked, taking slow breaths.

"We go to war." He said solemnly, rubbing my good arm.

I nodded. We needed to take Rick and the others out for good.

"Then let's fuck them up, baby." I said, turning a bit to try and look at him.

I pressed my body closer to his and felt he was getting hard. Chuckling, I reached my hand over to the front of his pants and felt him.

"We shouldn't," he whispered, kissing the side of my head. His voice was strained.

"I'm okay," I assured him, turning to face him, and pressed my lips against his. I just wanted to feel him. The only thing I could feel was this stupid pain, and I knew he could make me forget it for a moment.

Negan wasn't going to argue, and moved to get on top of me. He was very gentle, and did his best to mind my wound, but I knew I was going to pay a price for doing this—it was a small price to pay for being with him.

I was only wearing my panties and a shirt, and Negan reached down and pulled my underwear down my legs very carefully, and then I heard him unbuckle his belt. He pulled his hard dick out, and I smiled up at him, trying my best to look reassuring. I knew he was hesitant because I was hurt, but I needed him now more than ever.

He pressed into me, and I let out a low moan at that familiar feeling of him filling me up. I wrapped my good hand around his neck and held him as he moved in and out, thrusting slow. He was trying to be so gentle for me, and it wasn't like our usual sessions. We usually fucked like our lives depended on it, but this time was different than the others. It was slow, tender, and I could feel his desperation with every movement.

He had really thought he was going to lose me, and it had scared him.

He came inside me, and I threw my head back onto the pillow as he moved a hand down to rub at my sensitive flesh, hoping to help me achieve the same high. My shoulder was burning from moving so much, but I didn't care. I just wanted to feel him.

I reached my own climax and cried out, burying my face into his shoulder and gasping for breath. He held me tight, and then let me fall back down onto my pillow. I relished the incredible feeling until it numbed and evaporated—the pain replacing it almost immediately.

Negan curled up by my side and pulled me back into his arms.

"Don't leave me." His voice was so quiet, I almost didn't hear him.

I nuzzled against his chest.

"Never."

We held one another, and fell asleep.