The morning came on very slowly. Negan had taken Rick in the RV and had left me with the group and Simon. I look over the ground and see the two men died before me. Not having the guts to watch their deaths, I stand rather uneasy around the group. Those in the group who are not crying over the man, are glaring at Simon and I, who are standing close together. As we stand there in silence, Simon leans in and whispers to me.
"Still think he is a good guy?"
I sigh and look up at the tree branches above me.
"Do you feel the need to ask me that everytime something like this happens?"
I look over at Simon as the RV pulls up and Negan throws Rick out of it, and drags him over to his son.
"Kid.. Right here. Now.."
The young man crawls over to him.
"You a southpaw?"
He looks up at Negan confused.
"Am I a what?"
"You a lefty?"
"No."
"Good."
Negan takes off his belt and ties it around the boy's arm.
"That hurt?"
"No."
"Should. It's supposed to. All right. Get down on the ground, kid, next to daddy. Spread them wings."
The boy lays down on the ground his arm on either side of him.
"Simon.. You got a pen?"
"Yeah"
"Sorry, kid. This is gonna be as cold as a warlock's ballsack, just like he was hanging his ballsack above you and dragging it right across the forearm."
He draws a line across the boy's forearm.
"There you go. Gives you a little leverage."
Rick starts crying, again.
"Please. Please. Please don't. Please don't."
Negan chuckles
"Me? I ain't doing shit. Rick I want you to take your ax. Cut your son's left arm off, right on that line. Now, I know... I know. You're gonna have to process that for a second. That makes sense. Still, though, I'm gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die. Then carl dies, then the people back home die.. And then you, eventually. I'm gonna keep you breathing for a few years, just so you can stew on it."
At this point I step back into the RV and close the door behind me. Unable to stand this any longer. A few minutes later, Negan enters the RV.
"What's wrong my dear? Too much for you?"
I stay quite. Sitting on the the bed in the RV. looking out the window, opposite of the scene.
"(Y/N), answer me, please."
Even though he says please, he is still rather forceful.
"I'm fine. I just needed sometime."
He sits Lucille down on the table and walks over to me.
"Why didn't you say so? That's understandable, I mean you are a delicate flower. You can't be asked to see such violence all the time."
He leans over me giving me a rather sweet kiss before turning back and walks back to the front of the RV.
"You should get some rest. It's been a long night and we have a guest we're taking home with us."
I look at him a little surprised as the RV starts to move. A little while later I lay back onto the bed and crawl up. Simon's words echoing in my ear. 'Do you still think he is a good man?' Do I? I know he isn't the man that saved me all those years ago but is he still a good man? I struggle to sleep a wink on the way back to the Sanctuary with these thoughts running through my head. I lay there for what seems like hours before I hear Negan call out from the front of the RV.
"Honey, we're home."
I sit up and stand as he is already at the door stepping out. When i get to the door, he helps me down the last step and then puts an arms around me.
"Come on darling. Let's go get cleaned up and get something to eat, huh?"
I nod and smile up at him, trying to show how tired I am after that night.
As we walk into the Sanctuary we are greeted by workers kneeling before Negan, as he walks into the warehouse area. Once we leave I glance back at the workers who are still kneeling until he shouts.
"As you were."
I can't say I don't enjoy being with the man in power. It does come with advantages, not having to kneel for one. But I can't make friends or even really talk to anyone outside of Negan's inner circle. Not only because everyone fears him but because he doesn't allow us to leave our little house and yard when we are at the Sanctuary. As we get back to our rather nice townhouse, I head up the stairs to the bedrooms. Each wife gets her own room separate from Negan, weather here in the main house or in, what use to be, some of the factory offices and rooms. As we get up the stairs I feel Negan's hand on the small of my back, leading me into his room.
I sigh softly, as we enter the room. Once we get inside and close the door he heads over to the small bathroom in the room to clean off Lucille. As he does I sit on the bed and lay back, trying to get comfortable now that my brain has slowed down. I lay back and close my eyes for a few moments before I hear the door open. When I do I jump up, rather startled, as Fat Joey walks in. Negan chuckles from the bathroom, still cleaning off Lucille.
"Joey don't scare the lady."
Fat Joey nods as he enters the room
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
"You're fine, Joey. Just knock before you come in alright?"
"Yes, ma'am."
He nods and as he looks up to address Negan. Negan sighs and looks over a Fat Joey.
"Yes?"
Fat Joey almost panics.
"Was there anything you needed, sir?"
"Yeah, could you start something for (Y/N) something to eat. Oh and (Y/N) a black dress from her room."
I look at him as he at me as he exits the bathroom having cleaned Lucille.
"She'll be busy for a little while."
Fat Joey nods and leaves the room. I lay back and look up at the ceiling. Negan sits Lucille against the door frame of the bathroom, as he takes his red scarf and leather jacket off, and crawls into bed next to me.
"What's wrong, honey?"
I shake my head as I rollover my side facing him.
"I'm just tired."
He nods, as rubs my arm, smiling as he pulls me close to him.
"Then, why don't you try to sleep?"
I nod and snuggle into his chest. That's the good think about being with Negan. He never forces himself upon any of us. While I can't say I always enjoy his love making, we only make love when I want and when I say. That also makes the people living here think twice about sexual and domestic violence. There is a very strict no tolerance policy here and anyone who breaks the rule is either exiled or killed.