Chapter 5:

[Negan's POV]

When I think she's finally in the tub, I spin back around to see her sitting there awkwardly, straight as a board. I raise an eyebrow at her.

"Is the water too fuckin' cold already, doll?" I question her, assuming cold water would be the source of her god damn awkwardness perhaps. I dip a fuckin' hand into the water, it's still pretty warm. She flinched as I took my hand out of the water.

She didn't exactly look like she was enjoying my fuckin' company, but she did ask me to stay. fuckin' women.

"Want me to leave you fuckin' to it, now?" I ask and she looks up at me and shakes her head.

"No! P...please stay." She says in the sweetest voice, that I just couldn't refuse.

"Alright." I say, leaning against the toilet tank. She kind of just fuckin' sat there in the water for a long ass time. Not even moving. Playing with the bubbles here and there were her only movements. But she made no moves to actually bathe or clean herself. Maybe she was still in shock or some shit.

"Want me to wash your hair, doll face?" I finally ask and she nods at me blankly. I instruct her to lean back into the water. Her eyes look panicked at my instruction, but I assure her it's fuckin' okay.

Her hair was in so many Goddamn knots. I wasn't sure I could get them out. Maybe we would have to cut this rats nest right the fuck off her head.

She lets me shampoo her hair. I washed Lucille's hair for her, more than a few times, but it not once was knotted up this badly. I gently try to pull away at the knots with my finger tips, not wanting to give this fragile girl any reason not to trust me.

I keep trying at the knots until I decided it was probably hopeless, and just rinse the conditioner out of her hair.

She continued to look like a zombie. Uncomfortable with my presence, so I ask to wash the rest of her. She hesitantly nods, but lets me. I'm as gentle as possible. And once we're done, I wrap her in a big towel, and carry her to the room.

[Emily POV]

I was still scared of him, but somehow, his gentle hands massaging my scalp Gave me comfort. Surely someone with hands as gentle as his could do no harm.

I sink into the bubbles when the memory of him beating my captor to a bloody pulp flashes through my mind

The water below the bubbles was pretty bloody as well. It didn't exactly put my mind at ease. I was relieved to be away from the bloodbath when he finally decided to lift me from the tub.

I vaguely remember him setting a fresh pair of clothes next to me, and when I didn't respond, nor put them on, He asked if he could put them on me. I nodded and he did. Again, he was so gentle, it was shocking.

He tucked me under the covers then told me to get some rest. He left me in the dark room by myself.

[Negan POV]

I put her in my bed, I wasn't about to leave her for the wolves, and what I mean by that is, those sick mother fuckers that work for me. Most of them were convicts, and would eat her fine ass up in a minute.

I get comfortable on the couch in the next room over. She's got the bed until I figure out what to do with her. She can't be in shock forever. Maybe when she does better, I'll give her a room near me, so I could keep an eye on her.

I shake my head lightly. I'd have to play babysitter. I didn't have any motherfucking time to play baby sitter.

I dozed off and the next morning my tray of food is set on my desk just as it was every morning. I walk into my bedroom with the breakfast, it hadn't occurred to me til now, that I hadn't offered her any food since she got here. I look around and the girl is nowhere to be found.

I set the tray of food on my bed, then open the curtains so I could possibly see better, but still don't see her anywhere.

She couldn't have run off, nor snuck past me, there's nowhere to fuckin go.

My bed is empty. I look in the bathroom. Nothing. I look under the bed, no one. I stood there puzzled.

"Emily?" I ask and I hear a thunk in my closet. I wander over and pull the doors open, and there she is.

Her eyes squinted. She's sleepily curled up under my clothes.

"What the fuck are you doing in there?" I question her and she shrugs, her eyes still squinting.

"I don't know." She says honestly. I scoop her up and set her on the bed, her eyes still mother fucking squinted.

Oh shit, I forgot how much the sun hurt her eyes when I first brought her outside that one time.

I run over and shut the fucking curtains. I wondered if her sight would always be this damaged.

Once her eyes adjust to the darkness again, her eyes landed on the food tray.

"Go right ahead sweetness, that shit's for you." As soon as the words left my lips, she began to devour what was in front of her. She ate in a messy manor, that sort of reminded me of a child.

Once She was done, she looked at me in a shy way.

"All full now, sweet cheeks?" I ask and she nods. I take the tray away and out of the room. I come back to find her still sitting there in my T shirt that was much too big for her.

"Now." I said sitting next to her in the bed.

"Tell me why the fuck you were sleeping in the closet?" I question her, and she just shrugs.

"Is my bed not comfortable enough? I guarantee this is the most comfortable bed in the whole God Damn sanctuary." I tell her and she just shrugs her shoulders again.

"I don't know, I just woke up in there." She admits looking down. I nodded.

"Alright, but maybe next time, just try the bed, if you don't want the bed, I'll fuckin' take it." I go to stand up, and I feel her small hand on my arm. I look down at her in question. She takes a moment to actually reply verbally.

"A- Are you leaving?" She asked me in a tiny voice. I was actually, but the way she asked me, lead me to believe she didn't want to be all the Fuck alone.

"Uh. No. I could stay." She nodded at me with enthusiasm. I actually had a lot of shit to do today, but it looks like all that would be shoved aside. Besides, I can just send out little fuckin' Timmy and the Dick brigade for a supply run. I didn't have to go and watch them hold their dicks all day when they scavenge.

My eyes flicker over to her.

"The closet must not have been too fuckin' cozy. why don't you take a nap?" I suggest and she nods and settles on the bed.

"I'll be in the other fuckin' room. Not leaving." I explain before exiting the room and closing the door softly behind me.

I grab my walkie from the charging port and switch it on before speaking into it on Simon's line.

"Hey Simon, send tiny Tim up, will ya?" I ask and when it's confirmed, I kick back on the couch and pour myself a glass of whiskey.

I honestly didn't know what with this Emily chick. I don't feel like I can put her to work, and I'm definitely not gonna make her into a wife. Not that she would ever agree to that anyways. I took a sip from my glass as I heard a knock on the door.

"Come the Fuck in." I say and plaster my showcase grin off as Tiny Tim walks in.

Author's note: Thank you Gussyboyblue1971 and guest for reviewing! and thank you to everyone who followed and favorited the story! I know I haven't written Negan in character much at all for this story, and I made him really soft, But I feel like with Emily he would be, but if you guys don't like it,maybe I can toss in some barbaric crude Negan in there. Anyways, thanks for reading!