You had successfully got to the gates of the sanctuary without getting caught. You felt a slight wave of pain in your chest when you saw the cut in the fence that your mum had made on that night. It had been reinforced so you began to look for another escape route.
The only choice you had was to cut another hole at the bottom of the fence and crawl through. You retrieved Negan's knife from your boot and tried to cut away at the wire, knowing there was a slim to no chance of the blade cutting through the fence but you had to try.
Just as you placed the knife to the fence it was knocked out of your hand, A hand gripped your arm tight and whoever it was threw you to the floor. You reached your hands out in an attempt to catch yourself before hitting the concrete. You felt stitches on your hands rip open as your palms grazed the floor. You winced slightly at the pain before you was kicked in your stomach forcing you to turn over onto your back. You laid trying to catch your breath as a man who you knew as Dwight came into your view. He had ratty blonde hair and one side of his face was covered with repulsive scarring.
"You trying to escape again? You just don't give up do you?" Dwight shouted, lifting his gun to aim at your face in the process.
You remained silent as your breathing began to steady. You started to panic knowing Negan was going to be livid, he told you to stay put and you did the exact opposite. Just when you were about to speak up to defend yourself, you heard heavy footsteps approaching and the sound of a harsh voice filled the silence.
"Easy on the girl Dwight, Jesus Christ, what the hell is going on here?" Negan said, waltzing to stand next to Dwight with Lucille over his shoulder.
You began to feel anxious under the gaze of both men, still laying on your back, you looked up at negan and awaited his reaction to finding out you tried to leave.
"This girl tried to escape, again. She caused us enough trouble last time" Dwight explained. You blinked trying to hold back the tears that arrived at the reminder of what had previously happened.
"Did she now?" Negan said slowly, his eyebrows knotted together and he squinted, staring down at you. Flames began to brew in his eyes, your breath hitched slightly at the sight. "Lacey I told you to fucking stay put, you should learn to listen to me".
Negan reached down for your upper arm and swiftly lifted you from the floor in one quick motion, reminding you of his strength. You moved your hand to your stomach, still feeling the effects of dwights kick. Negan tightened his vice on your upper arm and began to drag you to the building you had just come from without saying another word.
You arrived at Negans room after nothing but a few minutes due to his rapid pace and long strides which you struggled to keep up with. He pushed you into his room a little harder than he intended, being unaware of his own strength. You stumbled slightly but regained your balance as you reached out for one of the bed posts. Only then was you reminded of your wounds on your hand which were now releasing a significant amount of blood. You dropped your arms and closed your palms not worrying about a few cuts, you had bigger problems.
Negan slammed the door behind him and dropped Lucille on the nearby table. He strutted towards you closing in the distance between you both as you prepared yourself for whatever he was going to do.
"Now What I can not understand is why you would disobey my very fucking clear instructions to stay the fuck put in order to leave for for the second fucking time". Negan was so close you could feel his breath on your face with every word he spoke. He was trying to intimidate you and it was definitely working.
"care to explain or you still at a lost for words?" Negan continued.
You opened your mouth to speak but it was as if a hand was gripped around your vocal cords, preventing you from answering. Your heart began to beat rapidly as Negan's eyes clung to yours.
"Fucking answer me" he shouted making you jump, he was clearly becoming frustrated with your absence of words.
"I knew you wouldn't let me if I asked asked you so-" you stuttered, your voice shaking out of fear.
"Spit it the fuck out" Negan interrupted, lowly but threatening.
"I wanted to get my mum" you said, lowering your head, unable to look Negan in his eyes. "I wanted to go and get her body to bring back and bury, I can't leave her out there alone".
Negan scoffed and turned, running his hand over his scruff.
"So your telling me you was going to risk your life, to bring back someone that might not even fucking be there". You snapped your head up and looked him in his cold eyes. Yours began to tear up knowing there was the possibility the dead had consumed her body.
You sighed before answering.
"I would risk my life because I have nothing left, I don't care if I live or die, I just wanted to bury her" you replied as a single tear dropped down your cheek.
An emotion you couldn't read emerged on Negan's face but you guessed it was anger by the raise in his voice as he shouted back.
"that's being fucking weak" he said pointing at you. "Maybe if you both hadn't run out there in the first place, your mum would still fucking be here".
You stepped back as if you took a physical blow at what he said. Your hand raised over your heart as a pain coursed through your chest. A flood of tears sprung to your eyes as you realised He was right. It was all your fault, you should've stopped her that night, should've convinced her to stay. You sunk to your knees and started to sob, forgetting Negan was there altogether.
Upon seeing your reaction, Negan's features softened automatically, he had forgotten who he was talking to. Seeing the hurt in your eyes, Negan chest tightened knowing he had caused it.
"Shit- shit" Negan began to walk towards you.
"Fuck- Lacey- I didn't mean" he dropped to your level and searched for your eyes. You were now uncontrollably sobbing and there was no stopping it. You completely blamed yourself and the pain radiated throughout your body, keeping you to the floor.
Negan backed away and tried to think how he could fix this, finding it hard to concentrate over your cries which sparked an unfamiliar feeling within him. He wasn't used to feeling guilt and didn't fully understand why it was there.
He realised what he had to do as he bent down in front of you.
You were on your knees on the floor, balling your heart out as Negan lifted his gloved hand to your chin forcing your eyes to meet his. You looked up at Negan, your vision blurry from your tears. /p
His guilt only intensified when he looked into your eyes. "Don't worry, I'll bring her back" he muttered before he swiftly stood, grabbed Lucille and walked out the room.
You heard the door lock on the other side before you laid to the floor, sadness taking over and forcing your eyes shut.