Before.
Negan climbed out of his pick-up truck which was parked in front of town house he was currently in the process of paying off. Getting out, he banged the door shut, and circled around scooping up the paper before jogging up the front steps. Letting himself inside, he tosses the paper and keys down onto the table which sat between the coatrack and planter.
"Lucille!"
He called as he made his way down the hallway. Turning, he went into the dinning room/living room where her hospital bed had been placed since she could no longer make the stairs. In just the matter of six months this room and turned into a hospital. Between her bed, the endless supplies of medications, syringes, bottles, and supplies, it no longer looked like the space in which both stood in back when things seemed so hopeful when they first moved here less than four years ago. He still remembered Lucille twirling around laughing, so excited over the fact that he had gotten the job at the high school and had just officially bought their first home. The mortgage was terrifying to think of more than one payment at a time, but both were younger, and so full of hope then. He loved seeing Lucille so happy as she rushed around the giant space talking about how great this place was, and what sort of curtains she would be hanging. Now the dinning table was shoved to the side, littered with oxygen tanks, medical bills, containers, and other pieces of junk that was keeping his sweet wife alive.
She had been diagnosed less than a year ago when they had just started trying for a baby. When it hadn't happened after the first few months she was the one who insisted to go get checked up, and after the blood tests results came back they discovered what was wrong. After that, everything seemed to be a blur. As he walked in, he tried his hardest not to show how shocked he was seeing his once beautiful bride sitting up in her hospital bed. Her was no longer that exotic beautiful woman he had first met when she was subbing at the middle school he was working at. Both had met during PD at the beginning of the year and their name cards happened to be beside each other. During the entire training both had hit it off instantly, and had to stiffen giggles as the two sat like two teenagers making fun of of the woman hosting the training. At the end of the day both exchanged numbers, and the rest were history. Now his beautiful wife was dying, and there wasn't one Goddamn thing he could do about it. As he walked in, he saw her, so frail, so thin, so pale. She sat up, oxygen mask covering her thinning face, her once beautiful hair now tied up in a scarf. Looking at her made his heart sink. Julia, her live-in nurse, a pretty blond twenty-something girl turned in her scrubs, getting Lucille's afternoon I.V ready.
"How are you?"
Negan smiled going straight to his wife's bedside before casually raising his hand to Julia.
"Hey Julia, I'm swell...how's my girl doing?"
"Good, she ate a little earlier..."
Negan pulled up a chair and sat beside her, gathering her thin hand into his large warm one. gently kissing it, he felt his heart break when he saw all the tubes going into her bruised little hand, covered in medical tape. Lucille's heavy purplish eyelids fluttered weakly open, staring at him but not really seeing him before her eyes closed and she fell back into her drugged sleep. He knew it was only a matter of time now. He was watching her slip away...
Later...
Negan stood on his back deck smoking a cigarette feeling his blood pressure boil. Just then the sliding glass door opened and Julia stepped out.
"Can I spare one?"
Negan glanced over before fishing inside his pocket and taking one out. Julia put the cigarette in her mouth before Negan leaned forward, cupped his hand and lit it for her. Both stood in silence, before finally Negan turned and looked at her.
"How's she doing? No bullshit."
Julia sighed.
"I think by the end of the week we'll need to transport her back to the hospital..."
Negan shook his head, leaning against the railing.
"No, she wanted to be here with me...I got time saved up, I'll stay here..."
"I can make her comfortable, but it's out of our hands now Negan...I'm sorry..."
Negan stared forward, not wanting to cry or break down. Instead he wanted to take something and smash it to pieces. That would feel wonderful at this exact moment. Instead he felt Julia's fingertips on his scruffy cheek.
"You've tried...it's just...it's over..."
Negan turned before Julia stood on her tip toes and lightly kissed his cheek. Her soft lips instantly felt like a comfort to him. Stiffening, Negan pulled back and flicked his cigarette down.
"Stop."
Julia froze looking hurt.
"Last night was a mistake...I was upset..."
"I know, because you are a good man. A good husband who doesn't need to face this alone..."
She leaned forward again, kissing him. Unknown to them, inside looking through the window laid Lucille who Julia believed had been sedated and was asleep. Instead in her drugged state, she stared forward, laying on one side, looking through the parted curtains. The same curtains she had picked out so carefully for her beautiful new home with her handsome husband. There on the porch she watched him and her nurse, who she believed was her friend embracing and kissing. Silently a tear rolled down her face.
Now.
Shortly before they pulled onto the backroad that opened up to the camp, Negan told Lucy that they would spend tonight in the trailer but he was going to move her to one of their main camps. It was bigger, safer, and a whole lot nicer than what they were used to. Lucy didn't say much, she felt swimmy headed, tired, and sore. Once they parked, she saw there were strung out lights, along with headlights, lanterns, and spot lights all around the trailers and tents. Coming around, he opened the door for her and slipped his arm around her. Lucy stiffened, but knew she needed to relax. He had been nothing but kind to her, and she was just acting this way since she couldn't remember him. Earlier she had seen how reaction to the grave. He looked devastated. Here he had been nothing but kind, but why did she feel as if something was wrong? The two walked together before he brought her to the trailer.
"I'm going to fetch some things for you. Why don't you take yourself a nice hot shower and I'll get your things and dinner all right?"
Lucy nodded, feeling her reactions were slow and delayed.
"Sure..."
Before she climbed the metal stairs to the trailer, Negan turned her around carefully.
"You okay?"
Lucy took a second before nodding.
"I'm just tired...and going back there..."
Gently he raised his finger and pressed it on her lips.
"It's all right. We can't change what happened...but we can make damn sure it won't ever happen again."
Lucy felt a terrible twisting in her stomach and nodded before turning and going up the stairs. Negan meanwhile watched her, licking his lips.
Later...
Lucy had stripped off her soiled clothes and frowned when she looked at the small dime sized blood stains on her jeans. It wasn't her period, but she felt dull cramps. She figured she was just spotting and cleaned herself up. Turning on the water full blast, she went into the tiny little shower and instantly felt her muscles relax once she tilted her head back and allowed the hot water come down on her. Steam rose around as she smiled, closed her eyes and slowly began to feel this horrible day slip behind her. Just then the small shower curtain pulled back and Lucy screamed. Negan stood there in just jeans, his chest broad and muscular. He stood there smirking, holding a pile of clothes in his hands.
"Hey baby..."
Out of pure impulse, Lucy had covered her breasts, still completely caught off guard. Her hair dripping wet, she didn't know what to say or do. Instead Negan acted as if he had seen her naked thousands of times before, which must have actually been true by how he was smiling.
"Sorry I scared you, brought everything over here for you...got enough soap and shampoo?"
Lucy blinked before slowly nodding.
"Um, yeah...thanks..."
Negan placed the clothes on the sink before rubbing the back of his neck.
"I'll cook us up something, you take your time..."
Leaning forward, he quickly kissed her cheek, getting the side of his head slightly wet. Grinning, he playfully shook his head like a dog at her, splashing her with his now wet hair and winked before walking out. Still surprised, Lucy let out a nervous laugh before closing the shower curtain and finishing her shower. After she finished drying off, she was both touched and amused by the clothes and items Negan had brought her. There was a small bag filled with female products, that she knew she didn't need, a hair brush, a nail file, along with several other things. Lucy tied her hair up tight in a bun to dry her hair and dressed in the comfy pair of leggings and long T-shirt. Once she pulled on her socks, she folded her old clothes and walked out into the living space.
Instantly the smelt the mouth watering scent of soup cooking. Walking out she saw some lanterns going as Negan was just bringing over a pot and carefully pouring two bowls of soup at the table.
"Hey baby, feel better?"
Lucy, still taken off guard slowly nodded.
"Yeah...um where can I wash these?"
"Don't worry about it honey, just toss em in that bag over there and come eat."
Lucy did so and joined him. Thanking him for the soup he apologized it wasn't anything better but promised once they arrived at the new camp he would cook her anything she wanted. Together they sat across from each other eating, all the meanwhile Lucy kept glancing at the sparking diamond ring on her hand. Once they finished Negan insisted to clear the table while she sat. Bringing her some water, he sat down beside her and asked if she needed anything else? Smiling softly Lucy said she was fine.
"I'm sure you got a lot of questions, but don't worry about a thing...once I bring you to the main base we'll take care of you. It will come back honey...I promise. Then maybe we can start to figure out where that couple..."
"No."
Negan stopped and looked at her.
"What?"
"No, if the baby is alive...which is unlikely he was with two real good people. People who took me in when I was hurt and dying and tried their best with me. I don't know if they made it...but I rather not know if they didn't..."
Negan stared at her for a second as if she was crazy. Instead he nodded.
"Whatever you want..."
"Thank you..." Negan rubbed his chin, scratching his beard as he closely looked at her.
"I'm never going to let you out of my sight again baby, I promise..."
Just then there was a loud rapping on the door. Looking annoyed, Negan rolled his eyes and slipped his arm around Lucy's shoulders, holding her snug he yelled out to the door.
"Come in!"
Just then a young man with thin blond hair came hurrying in. Instantly Lucy was taken aback by this since the side of his face was horribly burnt. The instant he saw Lucy sitting beside Negan he dropped his eyes embarrassed.
"Um, sorry sir..."
"Don't worry about it. Lucy doll...you've met Simon and Neil, this is another one of my most trusted men...this is Dwight."
Dwight raised his eyes.
"Ma'am..."
Lucy stared at him, trying not to look at his poor disfigured face.
"Hi..."
"I told you I was retiring for the night, what's the problem?"
"Um, can I speak to you for a second outside?"
Negan sighed before letting go of Lucy's shoulder. Getting up, he followed Dwight.
"Let's make it snappy, sorry Lucy I'll be right back..."
Lucy nodded watching him slip on his leather jacket and leave. The door shut behind him and Lucy now sat alone on the trailer. Looking around, she sighed before taking a sip of her water. Standing, she looked around, seeing so evidence or any memories of her ever being here. Frowning, she made her way back down the narrow hallway and into the small bedroom. Still feeling exhausted, she hated to admit the hot shower and meal had helped a great deal. Touching her still damp hair, she sat on the edge of the bed. Sitting there, she cupped her elbows with her hands and suddenly like a chill. Just then the front door to the trailer opened and Negan climbed back in. Looking down the hallway, he saw her and smiled before walking over. Leaning against the doorway he smirked.
"Sorry about that."
"What happened to his face?"
"What?"
"Dwight...that's his name right? What happened to his face."
Negan grinned.
"Don't worry yourself about that...Dwight is loyal, and can be trusted which is a Hell of a lot more than I can say about most people."
Negan walked over, sitting beside her. Carefully he looked her over.
"You okay?"
Lucy shrugged.
"I'm not too sure. All of this is happening so fast...I just feel..."
"Alone?"
Lucy glanced up at him before Negan took her hand in his and squeezed it.
"I love you Lucy...I'll do anything I can to get you back but what happened to the boys, I know it's killing you."
Lucy suddenly felt the worst urge to cry. She stared down at her hands, and saw the diamond ring again catch the dim light inside the trailer. Taking a deep breath, Lucy looked up at him.
"I just wanna forget...I want things to go back to normal..."
Without so much as another word, Lucy turned and cupped Negan's face. Her smooth tiny hands held onto the sides of his face, feeling his scruffy beard. Bringing her towards him, she sat up straighter closing her eyes and deeply kissing him. Her lips pressed against his, slowly her mouth opening and closing. She felt his tongue dart deeply into his mouth, tasting him as he moaned as slowly his hands slipped down to her sides. Frantic, Lucy continued kissing him, unable to stop. She just wanted to do something that felt normal.
Anything that would make her forget about those tiny little helpless babies. Smelling the faint scent of his musk, she tilted her head back as he began kissing her neck, traveling down to her breasts. She wasn't sure how good she was at this, but if she was a married woman she needed something to fill this terrible empty void that was eating away at her. Slowly, she pulled him by the shoulders down on her as she laid down onto the mattress. Laying there, eager she laid beneath him as he hovered over her. Instantly she saw a hunger in his eyes and took a deep breath. Staring down at her, he smiled.
"You sure?"
Lucy nodded, licking her lips before he leaned down and covered her mouth with his. Moaning, as he sucked deeply, his free hand snaked up her shirt and cupped her breast. Nervously, her hands slid to his belt buckle, then down to his fly where she felt something hard beating tightly against the frabic. Laying there, she laid back and quickly pulled her shirt up revealing her bare breasts. Negan took a deep breath, before reaching down and ripping her leggings apart by the crotch. The second his large hands went down to her, she gasped and waited as he threw the torn cloth to the side as if it was nothing.
"Push your legs up..."
He instructed. Lucy did so, bringing them slowly up and spreading them. Smiling, Negan slowly slid down the length of the bed before his head was between her thighs. Instantly Lucy tensed up.
"Don't..."
"Shhhh, just lay back and enjoy the ride baby..."
His head lowered before Lucy tilted her head back and she began gasping for breath, her hands making fists clutching onto the sheets.
Later...
Lucy laid beneath Negan, currently on her forth orgasm and digging her nails into his two arching shoulder blades. Negan had worked up a pretty good sweat, and was currently driving himself into her without any sign of slowing. For the past two hours the two were having non-stop sex. Twice he had to cover Lucy's mouth from crying out so loudly. He ignored his radio on the other end of the trailer that continued to crackle as they kept switching positions, crying out, and making each other come. Negan enjoyed watching her reactions as he touched her body and watched her squirm. Lucy bit down gently on his bare shoulder, crying out as she whipped her head back as his ass continued pumping down between her two spread legs. Biting down on his bottom lip, he grunted before gasping her hands and climaxing. Pushing down once more, he moaned before completely releasing. Collapsing against her, completely exhausted, the two laid there slicked with sweat, both completely drained of all fluids and energy. Laughing, Negan stared down at her.
"Good girl..."
Lucy, who was complete stunned stared up.
"Wow..."
Kissing her, he pulled out and rolled over on his back. Lucy rolled to her side, staring at his body, her hand went over and rubbed his hairy chest before slowly creeping down, and cupping his now limp penis and giving it a squeeze. Laughing, he put his arm around her, dragging her close before planting a kiss on the top of her head.
"Now that's the Lucy I know..."
Smiling, Lucy wasn't sure if she had been good or not, but she felt good and very tired. Laying beside him, the two laid together in the dim darkness, completely spent. Lucy felt his seed trickling down her thighs still, warm and sticky. Resting her head on his shoulder, she took a deep breath feeling for the first time in what seemed like forever completely relaxed. Just then there was another loud knocking on the door. Negan instantly rolled his eyes.
"Goddamnit..."
He waited before the knocking came again. Brow wrinkling, he sat up slightly.
"In a second!"
Lucy looked over.
"What is it?"
Negan kissed her head before sliding out of her arms and standing completely naked. Reaching down, he grabbed his jeans and jacket and tossed them on the bed. Grabbing the jeans, he pulled them up and worked the belt on.
"Nothing, just these idiots not being able to walk and breath at the same fucking time..."
Slipping on his leather jacket, he smirked before looking at her laying there naked in his bed. Smiling, he leaned over and kissed her.
"Stay put pussy cat..."
With that she watched him grab something near the closet. She saw it appeared to be a baseball bat. Within seconds, he was out of the trailer, banging the door behind him. Sitting up, Lucy listened before frowning. Sliding off the bed, she went to the closet and found mostly all of his clothes. Taking one of his white T-shirts, she brought it up to her face and deeply inhaled. It smelt exactly like him. Still, that smell as much as she liked it had a lingering faint memory she couldn't quite grasp. A memory she wasn't exactly sure that she liked. Sliding it over her head and fixing her messy bun, she walked down the dark trailer and fished into the bag for her jeans since her leggings were completely destroyed. Snaking them back on, she thought she faint hearted a cry outside. Puzzled, her thin finger slid up one of the plastic blinds and she thought she saw a large group of people in a circle further off to the side of the camps where the trucks were parked. Curious, she tried finding Negan and couldn't find him. Walking to the door, she slid on her booths and opened the door, making her way down the metal steps. Once she was down them, her boots hit the gravel as she looked around. It was chilly, and she could hear voices. Slowly she walked over towards the crowd, as she approached nobody seemed to take notice of her. Pushing aside several men who looked at her completely confused she froze once she pushed her way to the center. Two men, who appeared to be hunters knelt there. One had a bloody lip and was glaring up at Negan who had his back to her. His baseball bat resting against his shoulder.
"Fuck you!" The man snapped, blood dribbling down his face. She heard Negan laugh.
"I thought you would say that...but this was the second time I warned you two about coming into our camps. Not only have you stolen some of our weapons, but you killed three of our men. Now the rules were simple...but seeing that you are above them, I decided to show you my sweet Lucille and boy is she thirsty..."
Lucy froze, eyes widening as she watched this. Negan raised the bat above his head and suddenly turned and bashed it straight down on the other man who was kneeling. The sound echoed loudly, causing Lucy to jump back completely stunned. The bat came again, causing the man to fall, blood squirting as his body twitched. Negan brought the bat down again, and again, and again as tiny bits of brain and skull came flying up. Soon within seconds there was nothing left. Laughing, Negan spun the bat around, making blood splatter against the gravel. The other man stared in shock before he began to scream.
"HANK! HANK!:"
"I made an example of your brother...you kill my men, I'll kill yours. Now this was just a warning. You know you work for me...I'll be coming by your camp if there even is anything left next week. If you have nothing for me, I'll make another example...and maybe it might be you. "
He motioned as the men grabbed the other hunter who's head was now lowered and crying as they dragged him away. Within seconds everyone started turning and going in opposite directions. Lucy stood frozen. Just then Negan turned, still laughing with his bloody bat resting against his shoulder. Turning, he froze and stared straight at her. The two locked eyes. Negan frowned before Dwight and Simon took notice. Quickly they hurried over.
"Ma'am..."
Lucy stood between them, planted straight to the ground staring at the man she called her husband. The man who just less than a half an hour ago was inside of her, making her feel like lighting was speeding through her. Staring, her eyes glimmered with tears before Negan sighed. "Lucy..." Lucy walked forward, boots still crushing down against the gravel. She passed Simon and Dwight before looking down at the man's dead body. "Lucy?" She finally broke out of her trance and looked up at him. Negan waited before finally she gulped.
"This is what...you do...to keep us safe?"
"To keep the order. It's ugly I know...but every single person who disobeys me...or puts us in danger needs to be taught. You understood before..."
Lucy continued staring at the mashed up skull and brain trickling in the puddle of blood. For a mere moment she thought she saw in some faint memory Negan doing this, raising the bat and bringing it down over and over again. She saw this happen in a brief flash, before faint she heard screams.
"As my wife, you need to stand by me...and know that this is the only way..."
Unknown to Lucy, even if she did refuse Negan would scoop her up and bring her back to the trailer where he would start all over again where they once were. He would tie her up, torture her, rape her, and get another heir. He was waiting as his heart pounded in his chest. Lucy continued staring down at the destroyed body. Slowly her eyes raised up and she stared at his bat, dripping against the leather of his jacket. Without so much as another word, she opened her hand.
"Come on, let's get you inside..." Dwight and Simon looked at each other before Negan grinned, taking her hand.
Later...
Negan and Lucy stood crammed in the tiny shower, both held other each other beneath the hot steaming showered, hair slicked back, and staring at each other. Her arms around him, she gently kissed his shoulder blade as he held onto her, the water continuing to pour down around them and bloody Lucille outside leaning against the sink.
One Week Later...
"I gotta head downstairs and check on these idiots..."
Negan mumbled laying completely naked in the top floor apartment of the new site they had moved to. The following morning after Lucy discovered the truth behind Negan's Lucille, the two laid together in bed shortly before dawn and talked. Negan of course kept things, but laid out exactly how things ran. It was cold, heartless, and brutal, but he told her this was the way things were. Finally he asked her what she was thinking. Lucy laid beside him, staring up at the ceiling before finally she sighed and turned over and faced him.
"Whatever you do...it's your business. I'm you're wife...whatever you do...that's you. I'll stand by you, but don't ever ask me to do what you did last night."
Negan stared at her before reaching over and gently stroking her hair back out of her face. With an unspoken truce between them, Negan knew he had officially gained her trust. A few hours later they rode out together to the new site, and rode up to the top floor of the warehouse. Here he showed her how the entire top floor belonged to them. As they walked down the hallways Lucy saw all the men bow their heads as they walked by. Inside the apartment, Lucy couldn't believe it. Coming from sleeping in the dirt, or in old crumbling buildings...she couldn't believe her eyes. Negan has transformed this entire floor into an illusion. It appeared to be some fancy penthouse. Besides the wired windows, it looked as if she walked onto the floor of a beautiful higher end apartment. There were laid down hardwood floors, painted sheetrock walls, furniture, rugs, artwork. Everything seemed perfect. The closets were packed full of clothing, the vanity in the bedroom with expensive jewelry. Everything she could have ever wanted. Negan told her anything she wanted, anything...she named it, she got it. He wanted her comfortable. This would be their home for the time being and he wanted her safe. Lucy walked from room to room overwhelmed as he smiled proudly. Finally when he asked if she liked it, she turned in jeans and a button down plaid shirt, she smiled softly.
"It's wonderful..."
Now nearly a week later, both laid in the master bedroom. Both naked, laying against each other. Lucy was sprawled across his stomach, lost deep in thought. For the past several days she had stayed up here, a prisoner in all makers of speaking. Each morning, he would shower with her, dress, and leave her at the breakfast table where fresh food and fruit were always waiting for them. As always he would kiss her deeply, tell her he would see her around noon and leave. As always he would take that awful baseball bat with him. Lucy would dress, clean the table, and try to figure out what she would do with herself. Negan had stacked a very impressive library. There she would curl up reading, or sketch, or workout. The hours passed slowly, but she counted herself lucky that she was safe here. Still, whenever she tried the door she found it locked. Often she would crane her neck to look out the high wired windows, barley seeing anything blow. She braided her hair, would watch tapes, listen to music, or nap. Somehow she felt lonely in the hours he was gone and wonder what exactly was going on down below. Since she arrived, she hadn't been allowed out of the apartment. She was curious, but Negan had mentioned to her he would properly show her around once things got settled down below. There was an unspoken trust between the two of them. She knew Negan wasn't exactly being truthful about what was going on here. She had a feeling all of these men and women followed him, and were down right terrified of him and for good reason. Still, she decided to leave it be for the time being. To play a deaf ear and not question his business. She might not have agreed with him exactly on this, but decided that she needed to slowly try to get her memory back. All of this was happening so fast and she just wanted to remember who she was. So far she had lost in all matters of speaking two children, she wouldn't ever allow this to happen again. Most afternoons he would come back, usually she was on the sofa either reading, doing crossword puzzles, or napping. He would come in, usually with that terrible bat in his hands. He would shut the door behind him, grin and walk over, boots clicking against the floor.
Slowly he would toss the bat onto the opposite couch, and then slowly crawl onto the couch before he was on top of her, kissing her and nuzzling his head against her neck. The two would spend the afternoon together, usually having lunch or spending a few hours in the bedroom where Lucy had to admit, the sex was always amazing. Negan seemed to know exactly how her body responded. Where to touch her, and how to make her come. Often he would spend a good hour with his hand down her pants, watching her toss her head from side to side as she sweated and gasped for air. Other times he would ram himself into her so hard she would cry out grasping the headboard to the bed they shared. As always his radio would crackle and he would swear beneath his bed before answering it. 99% of the time it was Simon or Dwight asking for him to come downstairs. After holding down the button and saying he would be right down he would roll over and look down at her.
"Gotta go baby..."
He would kiss her deeply before getting up and pulling his jeans on before finishing dressing. With that he would go and she would hear the door. After showering again, Lucy would simply wander around the apartment trying to pass the time until he came back. As always he would come back a few hours later. He would always insist on cooking as much as she offered to help. They would eat and he would stay very vague about his day. He would complain about some of the men, and how he would travel collecting debits of his, and how many walkers they put down. After they cleared the table he would take her into the bedroom and the sex would start all over again. Their second night there Negan asked her while sitting up in bed if she wouldn't mind making him come. Puzzled, Lucy at first didn't know what he meant until he started rubbing the bulge in his jeans. That night he instructed her on putting his cock in her mouth and how to use her tongue. Over and over she gagged while he playfully laughed rubbing her back saying she would get the hang of it. Sex was rough and direct, but he always made her come first. Most times she would lay beneath him being roughly pushed down into the mattress as he swore and gritted his teeth. It seemed as if the man could go for hours until finally collapsing and rolling over beside her. He insisted they both slept naked, and as always his arm would tightly be around her cupping her breast. Even when she woke in the middle of the night to use the bathroom he would stir awake and tell her to keep the door open. It seemed as if he didn't want her out of his sight for even a second unless he knew she was safe and locked up here. The day would start all over again and so far this had been the pattern. She desperately wanted to know more about him and herself, but each time she tried to talk with him he would get that horny look in his eyes before grinning and unbuttoning her blouse.
It seemed as if the only time they were together, they were having sex. This one morning, Lucy laid awake across from Negan. She stared at him, closely staring at his face. He was handsome, perhaps in his late forties? She looked at his graying beard, the wrinkles around his eyes. Looking at him as he slept, she couldn't help but like the peaceful look on his face. He seemed younger, less fearful, less scary. He just seemed like an older man in the last stages of being middle aged. A man who wasn't capable of beating someone to death. No, he seemed like just a man. The same man who would cook her meals, stroke her hand, laugh, kiss her, or nuzzle her face when they were showering. The same man who would stroke her hair, kiss her cheek, or bring her books, and little odds and ends smiling, almost nervous waiting to see if she liked them or not. The same man who called her pet names, or playfully goosed her when she walked by or tickled her. She knew this was just a side she only got to see. To the rest of these men he was Negan. The leader. The man they feared. Smiling, she laid there looking at him before finally his hazel eyes opened and instantly a lazy smile spread across his.
"Hey baby, how long have you been awake?"
Lucy smirked.
"Not long...I got a question."
Negan stretched a little, still looking sleepy as he laid there smiling.
"What baby?"
"Do you think I could go downstairs today with you and you could show me around?"
Negan stared at her for a second before he nodded.
"Sure you bet. Sorry I've been keeping you up here, we've just been dealing with a lot. I'll show you the grounds. It's nothing to really write home about but you can see how we operate."
Lucy smiled across from him.
"Thank you...
Within seconds Negan rolled on top of her, pinning her arms down as he worked his way between her legs, spreading them. Instantly he entered her, causing her to stiffen as he pushed down. Laying there, Lucy stared up at the ceiling as he began to roughly thrust into her, making the mattress creak. Staring up, she kept thinking of that night she watched Negan beat the man to death, and how she kept getting flashes of that bat going down over and over again. Negan lifted her hips, thrusting into deeper as he began working up a sweat. Laying there, almost completely removed, she stared upward and figured that maybe she had seen this happen before. She was sure this wasn't the first time she had witnessed him doing this, but why did it seem to vivid?
"I'm coming..."
Negan muttered as Lucy's legs were lifted, both limply shaking from each side of him. With one, two, and finally a rough third he stiffened, grasping onto her. Lucy laid there feeling him empty into her, before Negan squeezed onto her, and thrusted one last time. Right away Negan's mouth covered hers, his tongue going down her throat. Lifting his head, he looked down at her grinning.
"Jesus am I the luckiest man in the world or what?"
Lucy laid there before Negan smiled lacing his larger hand in hers.
"I outta get myself a wedding band. Kills me I wasn't able to grab mine when we had to leave the city...how does that sound?"
Lucy smiled.
"Sounds good..."
Negan pulled out of her, penis flopping before standing up completely nude. Slowly he began gathering his clothes which were thrown among the room from the night before. Lucy sat up, sheets pooled around her like a gown. Watching him dress, she sat back as Negan smiled and pulled his jeans and T-shirt on. Finally he slipped on his red scarf. Lucy stared at it before he smirked.
"This is yours actually, you used to wear it in your hair, looked real sexy..."
Lucy lightly laughed before getting up, going to the closet she sighed before Negan came behind her, slipping his hands around her waist. Nuzzling her shoulder, he smiled.
"Wear those blue jeans and that black top I like so much...okay?"
Lucy smiled nodding before Negan playfully swatted her on the bottom and left towards the bathroom. Standing there naked, her bare hand slipped over her flat stomach and a terrible feeling of dread filled her.
Later...
"And that's our gardens, after that I'll show you the lot next..."
Negan said holding Lucy's hand, while the other swung the baseball bat beside him. For the last hour Negan had shown Lucy around the rest of the warehouse and the grounds. Nearly everyone she met wouldn't make eye contact and simply bowed their heads mumbling
"Ma'am."
before Negan moved her forward. He showed her off like a prized pony, remarking that she was his beautiful little wife and he was just showing her around. She saw that all of these men respected Negan and were frightened of her, which meant they were just as frightened of her. She only saw a few women who kept their distance. All the while he continued squeezing her hand, showing her around proudly. Finally they were downstairs in the sub basement which were long hallways. Dwight hurried over.
"Um, can we talk for a second?"
Negan rolled his eyes.
"Hold on a second baby, I'll be right back..."
Both Dwight and him went out of sight down the hallway. Standing there, Lucy looked around, feeling the tiny hairs on her arm stand up. Something wasn't right about this place. Something wasn't right at all. Just then a man nearly ran into her. He was filthy, with long greasy hair. The moment he bumped into her, he looked shocked. Lucy stared at him with wide eyes.
"Who the Hell are you?!"
He harshly whispered at her. Taken aback, Lucy stared before gulping.
"I'm...Lucy...Negan's wife. Who are you?"
The man stared at her in disbelief.
"Negan's wife?"
With that he shook his head, turned around and hurried away. Standing there puzzled, Lucy suddenly felt dizzy. Her head was throbbing. Taking a deep breath, she blinked before Negan appeared.
"Hey baby I'm sorry but..."
He instantly stopped and his brow wrinkled.
"You okay?"
Lucy stared, all ready feeling weak.
"Yeah I think I just need to go lay down...there was just a man here."
"A man?"
"Yeah, he was dirty looking...he went in that direction..."
Negan stared forward before patting her arm.
"Good girl, listen I'm going to have Simon bring you upstairs okay?"
Lucy nodded before Negan squeezed her arm and hurried away. Feeling dizzy, she swayed for a second before Simon walked over.
"Hey, Miss...you ready?"
Feeling her reactions were slow, Lucy nodded before turning and walking with him.
Later...
Lucy laid in bed shivering, covered by blankets with a cool cloth over her head and an I.V hooked up to her. After taking the elevator with Simon back to the apartment, Lucy instantly knew her fever was back. Barley making it through the door, Simon helped her and asked what was the matter? By then, Lucy would barley speak. The last time her fever had been this bad was back with Joe. Helping her to the bedroom, Simon fetched the doctor who was currently finishing up with her. Just then the door slammed open and Negan appeared, his eyes wild and concerned.
"Lucy?"
The doctor looked up, snapping his bag closed.
"Her fever is up. I got her hooked up to an I.V and just gave her something to lower it. She needs to hydrate and rest..."
Negan went to her side, sitting down and squeezing her hand. Lucy, who was half out of it muttered something and closed her eyes. Instantly Negan glared up at Simon.
"Why didn't you call me?"
"I'm sorry, I know you were dealing with Mr. Dixon..."
"You always call me when it comes to her damnit. She's my wife..."
Simon didn't say anything, instead he simply lowered her head before Negan shot a look at the doctor.
"I want you to stay here, watch her close."
The doctor nodded.
"That's fine..."
With that Negan turned, staring at her pale feverish face and squeezed her hand. "Shhhh...you're going to be all right honey. I can't have you die...I can't..." Lucy meanwhile drifted off unaware at the look of madness in Negan's eyes.