Ready Your Hand In Mine

by m0nalisat0ldalie88

Rebecca has always been the one to help people so when it came to help Negan she did so willingly. She could see through his bad boy demeanor and the sadness in his eyes. Little did she know that when he finally let her in to his mind, she would find her way in to something else.

"Look doc, I really don't need to talk. I'm fine. I don't what has gotten people's panties in a bunch." Negan threw his hands up leaned back on his bed. He was annoyed that someone had told the resident therapist that he needed to chat. He hadn't meant to break down in front of Maggie. He just wanted to be done with it all and he couldn't do it himself. That didn't mean he needed some shrink to tell him he was suicidal or some shit. He just wanted to be left alone.

"Negan, no one has their…" She hesitated for a moment. "Panties in a bunch. I was asked to come talk to you so that is what I am doing."

"I don't need to talk doctor…. what's your name again darlin'?" Negan stood and stretched his arms above his head.

"I am not a doctor. I never obtained my doctorate." She corrected him.

"Alright, not that it matters these days. What's your name sweetheart?" Negan stepped closer to the bars of the cell and watched the woman carefully.

"Rebecca. You can call me Becca. I told you this the last two times I was here." She smiled and tucked her notebook under her thigh on the chair. She knew this man standing in front of her wasn't going to open up to her and she almost wanted to leave but there was something holding her there. She had always been good at reading people and behind his cocky and selfish exterior there was something almost sad although she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Each time she sat down here with him she felt more and more like she had to help.

"Right, right. You've been here, what, three days now? Sorry I have a hard time thinking and remembering shit being locked up constantly."

"Understandable. I will discuss with the council having our next meeting outside. Maybe we can take a walk around the compound." Becca stood and walked a few steps towards the bars. "Maybe some fresh air will do you some good." Negan barked out a laugh.

"Ya doc, you tell them that the big ole bad wants to fresh air." His fingers wrapped around the bars, and he pressed his forehead against the cold steel.

"You never know Negan. I do have a little pull around here." She crossed her arms across her chest and it didn't go unnoticed that his eyes dropped to the top of her tank top and then back to her face.

"I guess we will see what kind of magic you can pull."