This is my first Negan fanfic, the idea came to me in the middle of the night while I couldn't sleep and I just had to get it down. I love the character and was so excited when I found out he was being played by Jeffrey Dean Morgan who I have been a fan of for a long time! Hope you enjoy it.

Negan strode back and forth with swagger in front of the group of people kneeling before him in the dirt. It was a relatively small group, with half a dozen men and surprisingly only one female. He and his men had found them out on the road as they were on their way back from collecting the Hilltops weekly supply of produce. They were the kind of people that seemed like they had been out in the world and not hidden away in some fortified town like the people of the Hilltop. He could tell from their faces they had seen shit, and they had lived through shit.

"So, which one of you is the fucking leader of this little group?" he asked.

To his surprise a man spoke up pretty quickly, "I am" he said as he attempted to stand before being knocked back down to the ground by one of Negan's men.

"Did I say you could fucking stand?" Negan asked. "I'm about to tell you mother fuckers how the new world works, so you better fucking listen up and you listen good" he began. "It's quite fucking simple really. I own you. And anything you have, you will give half to me. That is the cost of living in the new world" he told them.

"Like fuck we will" the leader spat back at him.

"I do not appreciate you're tone asshole. And if I hear another word from your fucking mouth, I will not hesitate to kill each and every one of you. And just for that stupid fucking outburst… someone is gonna have to take one for the team. Now who's it gonna be?" he asked as he strutted along in front of them all, eyeing each person, carefully selecting Lucille's next victim. They all hung their heads, afraid of what could be coming their way, all except for the woman. She looked right up at him, right into his eyes. Not a single glimmer of fear to be seen.

"You…" he said as he looked at her curiously. "You're not the least bit afraid of me are you? Not like all these pussy's practically pissing their pants" he said as he pointed Lucille in her face and waited to hear what she had to say.

"I'm not afraid to die" she spoke quietly, nothing but truth written all over her face.

"That's not what I asked darling. Are. You. Not. Afraid. Of. Me?" he repeated slowly.

"No sir" she replied.

"I wonder…" he began curiously. "Why would that be?"

"Honestly sir" she said, thinking he was a man who demanded respect and she should address him as such. "I feel like there isn't really much you can do to me that these bastards haven't already done" she spoke truthfully.

At that statement something within Negan snapped. Part of him, the brutal, murderous side wanted to prove her wrong. Maybe he should just put her out of her misery right now? But the small slither of the man he used to be before all this felt bad for her. He had no idea what had been done to her, but it must have been pretty bad if she welcomed death with such open arms.

"Don't you say a fucking word bitch!" the leader spat at the young woman.

Negan rounded on that man and gave him a swift kick to the chest, plunging him backwards into the dirt. "I won't tell you again mother fucker. You keep you're fucking mouth shut!" Negan shouted. "There's a price to be paid for that shit" he said as he lunged at the man next to him, Lucille swiftly cracking him in the side of the head. As the man fell to the ground, blood gushing from his skull Negan hit him a couple more times just to be sure he got his point across.

"Now, I hope we all understand each other. Anybody else speaks out of line, that is what will be waiting for them" he warned. "And trust me Lucille… she has a hunger for this shit". He watched as the leader crawled back to his knees and tried to catch his breath, keeping his head low, avoiding eye contact with him.

He looked back over at the young woman to see she was still looking at him intently, almost as though she was begging for him to just end her life. "Stand up" he said to her as he stepped closer. Without having to be told twice she got to her feet. "Untie her" he said to his man behind her, and he cut the rope around her wrists. "You and I are gonna have a little chat" he said as he pointed to RV in his convoy with Lucille. Again she followed his instruction and walked to the vehicle, stepping inside as he opened the door for her. As he closed it he stepped in behind her as she turned to face him. He was about a foot taller than she was and she would have found his presence intimidating had she not have been with the assholes outside for so long.

Negan took a seat at the table and began to wipe the blood off Lucille as she watched him silently. "What's your name darling?"

"Skylar" she replied. "But my friends all used to call me Sky".

"Those guys out there… I take it they aren't your friends" he stated.

"Fuck no!" she exclaimed, before realising what she said. "I mean… no sir"

"Na na… 'fuck no' is good" he smiled. It was an almost charming sort of smile, that made his eyes light up. As she carefully studied his face she decided he was actually quite handsome for a man a fair bit older than herself. If she hadn't just seen him beat a man to death she might even like him.

"How long have you been with their group?"

"A little over a month… maybe two" she said. She hadn't been really keeping track of time lately.

"Out there you said, 'you didn't think that I could do anything to you that they hadn't already done'… what makes you think that" he said somewhat menacingly before smiling like it was a joke. She got the feeling he wasn't intending on hurting her, he just like to maintain his power over other, instil fear into them.

"Maybe you could, I don't know. It doesn't really matter anyway" she stated with a small sigh.

"What have they done to you?" he asked, a hint of anger in his voice, but he almost sounded concerned.

"Everyday… they beat me, tortured me, kept me as their prisoner… and…" she said, unable to bring herself to finish the sentence.

"They raped you" he said, finishing her sentence for her.

She nodded in reply, finding it hard to admit out loud what had been done to her.

"Take off your clothes" he ordered. She looked at him with a brief look of panic and worry before her expression hardened. She refused to show any emotion. "Now" he growled.

She unbutton her plaid shirt and dropped it to the floor followed by her blood stained white tank top. She quickly removed her boots, followed by her black cargo pants. She stood before him in nothing but her underwear, every single scar, cut, burn mark and bruise on display for him to see. He stood up and stepped closer to her, almost as though he was examining every inch of her skin. Negan felt his blood boil at the sight of the dark bruises on her inner thighs.

"Turn around" he grunted, his warm breath fanning her face. She did as she was told, even though for the first time in ages she felt a tinge of fear. Fear of someone seeing what had been done to her. Fear that someone else would know the truth. Fear of having to admit she was powerless to stop it.

His breath hitched as he saw the multitude of cuts bruises and scars on the back of her body. And when his eyes fell onto the carefully carved lines either side of her spine he felt a fresh wave of anger course through his entire body. Reaching out he ran the tips of his fingers over the marks, some were old and partly faded, others had just healed, and the rest looked fairly fresh. Negan felt her body twitch at his touch, before she tried hard to still herself, her body rigid as she was determined not to show any weakness.

"What are these?" he asked. Of course he had a fair idea of what they were, but he wanted to hear her say it. He needed her confirmation.

"Each cut represents a time one of them…. raped me" she admitted holding back tears of anger and pain.

Negan felt sick to his stomach hearing that. There were so many cuts on her back, there had to be close to a hundred. Those sick bastards were taking turns with her multiple times a day. He felt the over powering rage consume his body and he wanted nothing more than to cave some skulls in.

He stepped away from her and tightened his grip on Lucille. "Put them back on" he instructed as he picked up her clothes off the floor. He could swear he could see her body relax in relief that he wasn't going to add to her pain. He could only imagine the state of constant alert she must have been in, always waiting and trying to prepare herself for what was coming.

As Sky put her shirt back on she turned to look at him, feeling the need to justify herself so she didn't feel so weak. "I tried to fight them… every day I fought. It only ever made it worse but I fought anyway" she said and he looked at her with a slight look of admiration. "I was constantly watched so I couldn't run. They started to hold a gun to my head every time, to try to stop me from fighting back. But they realised it didn't work because I would rather die than live with the pain of what they had done, what they were about to do, that's when they kept me tied up constantly… it was easier for them" she said as she rubbed at the dark bruises on her wrists. She hadn't intended to tell him everything, why would he even care, but it felt good to get it off her chest.

"I'm sorry" he said, his facial features softening slightly. "I know this world is fucking shitty sometimes, but even in this hell hole… you shouldn't have to go through that" he said, the anger returning to his face. He reached up to rub his beard and didn't miss the way she involuntarily flinched. Those guys had really fucked her up good he thought to himself.

"Sweetheart… I have never hit a woman, and I never will. I may be a killer… I may be many things, but I'm not a woman beater. You're safe with me" he told her and she gave a small nod in understanding.

"Come" he said as he grabbed her hand and led her out of the RV and back out in front of the rest of the group.

"People think I'm ruthless. People think I'm a bad guy and hell, I may well be…but you fuckers… you are the fucking scum of this shit hole. And every single fucking one of you mother fuckers is gonna pay for your sins" he announced.

Turning back to Sky he said quietly, "Sorry darling… but I'm gonna need you to watch alright. Don't close your eyes… don't fucking turn away. You watch and you watch it all. Trust me… you need this" he said.

"What the fuck did you tell him!?" the leader yelled ay Sky. "You fucking little bitch… I'll fuckin kill-" he screamed before Negan turned to him and brought Lucille down hard into the top of his skull, splitting it with a sickening crack before the man slumped to the ground at Negan's feet, coughing and spluttering as he tried to speak. "I'm sorry… I didn't let you finish" Negan chuckled somewhat sadistically. "You were saying?" he asked, only to be met with the sound of the man choking on his own blood. "I can't hear you over the sound of you dying a slow and painful fucking death…Oh well… never mind" Negan said as he plunged the bat into his head once more. "I hope you burn in hell you fucking sick bastard!" he spat as he smacked him a few more times until there was nothing left of his skull but shards of bone and bits of brain scattered along the dirt.

"Kill the rest of these fuckers" Negan order to his men. "And make em suffer then leave them for the dead, we roll out in a few"

He looked back at Sky who was still staring at the mangled mess that once was the leader of the group. Wandering back over to her he began to speak. "I know you might not feel better right now… hell you probably feel fucking sick after seeing that. But seeing that bastard get what he deserved… it'll help you eventually" he assured her. Even though this man standing before her was a ruthless killer, she couldn't help but feel somewhat comforted by him, like there was a part of him that actually cared. She looked back up at him and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could her whole world went black.

Negan watched her quietly, waiting for her reply. When she looked up at him he could see the exhaustion in her face, her eyes began to glaze over before her eyelids shut completely and she started to fall backwards. Luckily his reflexes were quick and he caught her just before she hit the ground. Lifting her into his arms he carried her to the RV. Her frame was small and she weighed next to nothing which is not surprising given what she had been through. He lay her down on the small bed and sat beside her for a moment as he studied her face. She looked young, can't have been much older than mid-twenties, and he couldn't help but feel something for this girl, some kind of mixture of pity, guilt and concern and a strange sort of curiosity. Sure everyone thought he was a cold heartless bastard, nothing but a ruthless murderer, and he could be when he needed to. But inside he was still human.

A knock came at the door and a voice called out "We're moving out boss" and he called out a quick reply before making his way to the driver's seat and starting it up, following the rest of the convoy back to their base camp.

I have plans for future chapters, so if you'd like me to continue with this story leave me a review and let me know what you think. Thanks.