A/N: After tonight's episode I was inspired! This is a one-shot but if I am feeling up to it, I'll continue it. Let me know if you would want that! I am currently still working on The Crown weighs heavy, so again it's a maybe. Depends on the response :)

"Shhh, Darling."

Your voice was barely above a whisper, trying your very best to soothe Judith as she snuggled into your arms. You sighed in worry, running your fingers through your dark hair. It took all your power to not run outside and see what was going on, but Rick had asked you to stay with his daughter and if it eased him just a bit then you were more than willing to help him. It was a rather unexpected visit, no one knew Negan was due to show today, and the look on Rick's face when he heard him through the gate made your heart ache. You were fortunate enough not be with the group when they first met the man, you volunteered to stay behind and protect Alexandria at all costs. But, you felt the guilt of that choice when you saw them return that morning, all of them broken.

You dipped up and down, smiling at the child in your arms as you paced towards the window. You could only see men weaving in and out of the homes, other Alexandrians looking around in shock, and frustration. "What on earth have we gotten into, Judith?" You spoke, kissing her on the forehead. You just hoped you could keep her out of harm's way while the Saviors did their thing. But, sometimes you just aren't so lucky. You snapped your head in shock towards the door when a shot rang out in the home, and you clutched Judith tighter in your arms. You walked slowly over to the door, placing your ear against it. Your face fell in realization when you heard Carl speaking.

"Put some back! Or the next one goes in you."

It was hard to blame the boy for threatening the men, after everything they had done. Everything he had been subjected to see…and yet your priority right now was baby Judith. You gave her a quick smile and kiss against the cheek, hushing her while you set her in her crib. "I'll be back, darling."

You opened the door softly, not wanting to frighten her in your haste. Once in the hallway upstairs you rushed down the stairs hearing Rick's voice now in the home, pleading with his son to put the gun down. You stopped right at the last step, using the wall as a shield as you peaked around it. You could only make out Carl's form, and a much taller man in front of him clad in a leather jacket.

"Really, kid?" A deep voice caught your ears, and even though you never met him before somehow you knew that had to be Negan. Something about the way he spoke spilled authority.

"You should go, before you find out how dangerous we all are."

You close your eyes in frustration, mentally scolding Carl for being so reckless. Now wasn't the time for revenge. Not like this.

"Don't be rude, Rick! We are having a conversation here."

Your breathing was becoming uneven, and though you tried to put on a brave face you were scared shitless right now. You could hear the threats Negan was making.

"Do you want me to prove how serious, again?"

That was your cue. You rushed from your hiding spot, not missing the way Rick looked at you in concern. You took a hold of Carl's arm holding the gun, gripping it tightly as you spoke to him.

"Carl! Carl look at me…"

His eye turned to you, mostly in surprise but when he saw the look on your face his eye turned downwards. You ran your hand up his arm towards the gun, trying to calm his nerves.

"Just let it go, Carl. It'll be ok. Just let it go."

His body was tense, but he didn't pull away from you. Once your fingers brushed the metal you eased it from his grasp, his arm falling to his side in defeat. You could hear the sigh that escaped Rick's lips, his hand coming up to run over his face in relief. You reached over towards him, extending your hand so you could give him the gun, but that was cancelled. A gloved hand quickly gripped your wrist, making you stiffen in surprise.

"Now what do we have here?"

A low chuckle moved through the room, and the tension in the air suddenly thickened. Up until this point you did your best to ignore the other men in this room, not wanting to incite any conflict. That wouldn't be the case now. Your deep brown eyes looked up, officially making contact with the man named 'Negan'.

"Rick, Rick, Rick...I am disappointed in you. I thought I said no hiding anything?"

Negan's eyes never left yours, and his smile only grew when he felt you struggling to remove your wrist from his hand. From your peripheral you could see Rick fidgeting, and that only served to make you more nervous.

"Negan, you don't have to do this."

Negan only put a finger up, wagging it at Rick as if he was a parent scolding a child.

"What did I say, Rick? Don't be rude."

He reached for the gun in your hand, prying it out of your grip and lifting his jacket and shirt to place it into his jeans. He patted it over his jacket, before motioning to everyone to leave the home.

"All of you, out now."

No one made an attempt to move, and Carl was looking at Negan ready to rip his throat out. A bad move on all their parts, because you saw that smile drop instantly and that glint in his eyes was gone.

"I said get the fuck out, now!"

Rick gave you a look of concern before grabbing Carl by the shoulder and leading him out of the home. When Negan's men made no move to leave, his angry gaze locked onto them.

"Davey, if you don't get the fuck out now, I will let that kid take his goddamn shot."

That was all it took for the both of them to drop everything and take off outside, leaving you and Negan alone. Once the door was shut, he let go of your wrist, and you brought it up to your chest and massaged at it. You watched as he walked over to the bar, pulling out a stool and waving you to come towards it.

"I am sorry about that, sweetheart. Just business."

You reluctantly obeyed him, taking a seat on the stool as he began to pace behind you.

"What's your name, sweetheart?"

You scrunched your nose at the pet name; being called such by the man who killed two of your friends was sickening. But, you weren't about to make him angry.

"Adelaide."

He raised his eyebrows in response, biting his bottom lip as he smiled at you.

"Adelaide. I love that."

You could hear him repeating your name over and over again, pacing around the room a bit. You took that chance to look around the bar, noticing a small kitchen knife there. You gave him a quick glance, as your hand inched towards the weapon slowly. Fingers barely brushed the handle before a strong hand came slamming down on yours, his fingers lacing with your own in a tight painful grip. You jumped in shock, and pain letting out a small yelp. He leaned over you, his other arm coming to wrap around your waist.

"Don't do anything stupid, my dear. Or I guaran-fucking-tee I will kill one of your precious friends outside."

You gulped, and tried weakly to remove your hand from his own, tears beginning to sting at your eyes from the pain of his grip. He only pulled your body closer to him, his warmth enveloping you as your back hit his chest. You stiffened in his powerful hold, heart going full speed by now as the adrenaline was kicking in. Negan's lips found your ear, his dark voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Don't make me hurt you, sweetheart. I hate hurting women, but I will do it if you try anything stupid like that again? Do we understand each other?"

You nodded meekly, sagging in relief as his grip on your hand loosened. You felt the vibrations of his chuckle, as hugged you to him, planting a forceful kiss on your forehead. "That's my girl."

Instinctively, you tried moving away, head turning slightly to get away from him. Not that it did much, his hold on you was tough, and you weren't getting out of it until he decided you could.

"Now tell me, do you like it here, doll?"

You nodded your head, trying hard to steady your breathing. Though your mind was completely against his actions, the feeling of his hot breath ghosting over your skin was sending delightful shivers down your body. You shut your eyes, trying to focus on anything else but the feeling of his fingers curling into your side.

"They treat you well? Because, a beautiful woman like you deserves only the fucking best this shit world has to offer."

"Y-yes." You said breathlessly, mentally fighting with yourself to ignore the feeling that was pooling down your body. But, his fingers gliding up your side wasn't helping at all. And he seemed to catch onto that. He shifted closer to you, spurred on by your breathless voice, and he let his hand move higher, up to your heaving chest. A gasp fell from your parted lips when his fingers found the top button of your white top, undoing it quickly.

"Tell me what you want…"

You whimpered at his demand, clenching your jaw in frustration at your situation. What the hell were you doing? This man killed two of your friends, friends you loved dearly, and he even threatened your own life not so long ago. And yet, here you were allowing this devil of a human being to paw at your breasts as if you two were long lost lovers.

Negan let out a growl as his lips brushed across the expanse of your neck, his hand moving up to grab a fistful of your brunette locks to move it to the other side. His beard tickled your skin, making you shift in the stool. A move he seemed to enjoy because he pressed closer to you, and that's when you had enough. You felt his clothed erection pressing into your backside, and disgust at yourself overtook you. Out of shock at the situation before you, you quickly turned moving out of the stool and slapped him across the face as hard as you could. You backed up against the wall, eyes wide in shock as he stumbled back a bit.

Negan stood there for a second, processing what just happened before he brought his gloved hand to his lip, and wiped the small trail of blood that trickled down. He started to laugh, regaining his composure as he shook his head. He locked his eyes on you, running his tongue of the sore spot as he moved close to you. You pushed even closer to the wall, and at this moment you wish you could've disappeared. When his hand reached for you, you winced, shutting your eyes. But, the hit never came. Instead a rough calloused hand gently gripped your chin, lifting your face so you could look at him.

"Adelaide, Adelaide. You're a feisty one!" He said with a grin, brushing his thumb against your reddened cheek.

"Remember how I said don't try anything stupid? Well, first one was free."

You let out the breath you were holding, hoping to all the gods he wouldn't do anything crazy.

"But, this..this you're gonna pay for, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry! I-"

He cut you off, removing himself from you as he began walking away. "Ohhh, I'm sure as hell you are, gorgeous. But, it's a little too late for that."

Defeated, you sank down the wall, curling your knees into your chest as dread filled you. Negan only chuckled darkly at you, before leaving you with one final promise.

"I'll be back for you next time, Adelaide."

He started walking backwards, not letting his eyes off you until he reached the door. He gave you a quick wink before walking out, a whistle leaving his lips as he made his way outside.