Copyright: recognizable scenes are from The walking dead comics, volume 18, what comes after. I don't own TWD or any of the characters; only my OC's. There might be spoilers for season 7. Sorry for any grammar mistake, enjoy!
*24th of November 2015*
Amelie sat with Theo in her laps, her handcuffed arms around him. Her eyelids were drooping, the day's events were taking their toll on her. The Saviors were almost arrived at the Sanctuary, now.
Negan turned his head toward her: '' You're able to fucking fall asleep…you don't look too nervous for someone in your situation: you're in trouble, Canadian.''
She sighed: '' Are you going to kill me?''
'' No.''
'' Then let me sleep.'' She said flatly.
The man stared at her: '' You looked tired before this… did the fact that I was coming to Alexandria gave you nightmares?'' He taunted.
Yes. But she wasn't about to confess that to him.
'' Rick gave me a full month of night shifts on the walls…'' She explained.
The Saviors' leader sat up straight, a scowl on his face: '' The fuck for?''
She turned her head to him: '' Rick hates my guts.''
Chuckling, the black haired man leaned back in his seat: '' What did he do?''
Amelie liked the fact that he immediately assumed it was Rick's fault. At least, there was somebody on her side concerning this.
''I never really obeyed him…and he didn't make a good first impression on me by beating someone I know so I punched him in the face…''
Negan burst out laughing: '' oh..this is fucking good.''
''…But he's a good leader.'' She finished.
He cocked a brow: '' That's why you stay there?''
She nodded: '' He works for his people: not the other way around.''
The Saviors' leader hummed thoughtfully: '' This man has your respect?''
'' More or less…he just sold me to you.'' She mumbled.
The man laughed again.
They arrived at the Sanctuary: Amelie observed the huge factory and the dead hanging around by chains.
'' Home fucking sweet home.''
They entered the place and everyone stopped the trucks. Negan turned toward the men in the back: ''Bring her inside and make sure she's taken care of. Theo; you go get your diner.''
A man she didn't recognize came her way, grabbed the chain between her hands and brought her inside the factory. The saviors inside were gaping at her sight, whispering among them.
She sighed and the stranger brought on one of the highest level; the girl knew where she was.
The Wives quarters.
The guard posted in front of that door as protection stared at her: '' What the Hell? ''
'' Hi…'' She muttered.
He opened the door for them: '' You're so in trouble…''
The girl sighed: she was aware of that.
There were two more wives in there and for some reason, Amber was crying and Sherry was trying to comfort her. Her eyes landed on Amelie and Sherry shook Amber: '' Girl, you should look at this…''
Amber sniffed: ''What…?''
She froze and approached her slowly: '' Are you a ghost?''
Amelie shook her head and suddenly her friend slapped her face: '' DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH I'VE CRIED FOR YOU?!''
'' I deserved that…'' She mumbled, rubbing her sore cheek.
Amber then hugged her tightly and got a better look at her face: '' What happened to you?''
''Negan and I fought.''
She frowned and the man accompanying her sighed impatiently and pushed her toward Negan's bedroom here. The three of them jumped when they heard gunshots and shouts outside. The unknown man rapidly attached her to a metallic heater under the window with another pair of handcuffs and hurried out of the room, bringing Amber with him. Amelie sat on the floor and waited.
A few minutes later, Negan appeared with…CARL!?
The teenager looked just as surprised as she was to see him: '' Amelie?''
The Saviors' leader noticed her: '' What the fuck are you doing chained there? I told him to make sure you were taken care of and that fucking means going to the infirmary!''
She shrugged: '' Your man brought me here.''
Negan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose: '' I'm surrounded by idiots.''
Carl walked closer: '' Amelie…why are you here?''
She gave him a flat look: '' Long story, but let's say your jerk of a dad sold me to Negan. I could ask you the same question, Carl…I guess you're responsible for all the gunshots?''
The black haired man flopped in a chair: '' This little asshole killed six of my men.''
Carl sat in front of him and the two of them had a brief discussion where the boy showed him the disfigured side of his face. Someone brought Lucille back and then Negan asked Carl to sing, which he did.
'' Your mother sings you that song? Where's she at now?''
The teenager didn't answer, but silent tears were rolling on his cheek.
''Yeah, dead.'' The man said unkindly.
Amelie gave him a reproachful stare and he pointed her: '' You don't get to give me that look: you're neck deep in shit right now. ''
'' for what?'' Carl asked.
She remembered he hadn't been there when they fought.
Carson appeared at the door: '' The iron is ready, Sir.''
''Awesome. Gather everyone we'll be down in a minute.''
Not the iron. Then she got it: that's why Amber had been crying… Oh well; she pitied the poor man that thought it was a good idea to sleep with one of Negan's wives. This one turned to her: '' We'll come back in a few minutes: don't move.''
She rolled her eyes and he laughed at his own joke before leaving with Carl. The young woman rose to look outside longingly. Amelie shuddered at the thought of the iron; a man was living Hell right now…literally. She had seen Dwight; his face hadn't been like that when she had left. However, the girl was feeling disappointed with Amber...She could have save her lover's face by being exiled with him.
The pair came back later; Carl looked less shaken than she thought he would have been. The guys spoke again and it was really funny when the teen told Negan he should jump out of window to save himself the trouble of killing him.
Amelie could tell Negan genuinely liked the boy. They talked a bit more then he had Carl escorted somewhere else for the night.
The leader closed the door and faced her: '' Now…you.''
''Rick will worry about his child.''
The tall man rolled his eyes and crouched in front of her, unlocking the handcuff around the heater. She guessed he had found the man who had brought her here. He gripped the chain between her hands and raised her to her feet.
''He fucking will. But I will bring him his son back safe and healthy; this prick's better be grateful.''
Amelie frowned: '' You actually want this…deal to work.''
Negan dragged her behind him toward the door: '' He's the first fucker that killed so many of my men…and he's not stupid.''
''scared?'' She teased.
The man snorted: '' Never. But I'd rather not take any fucking risk with Grimes.''
They walked for some time in the multiple hallways of the factory before arriving to the place's infirmary.
The Sanctuary doctor was taking care of a girl, but immediately sent her away at the sight of Negan. His eyes widened when she stepped out from behind the tall man: ''What the fuck…Aren't you dead?''
''Ta-ta.'' She mumbled flatly.
The leader filliped her on the ear: '' Not dead, believe me…We came here to get ourselves patched up. ''
The physician shook himself: 'oh- of course, sit there.'' He pointed at a hand made examination table. They hopped on it.
He took hold of Negan's face first, checking his nose: '' What happened to you two?''
'' We fought.''
The doctor cleared his throat: '' well…I'll have to set your nose straight again and you, you'll get stitches to that brow.'' ''Any other injury?''
Negan pointed at her: '' Check her ribs.''
The man did, palpating her purple side; Amelie let out a groan of pain.
'' They are cracked…but I can't do anything for that.''
It took the man half an hour to 'repair' them as he liked saying. She and the black haired man then slowly went to Negan's house. Amelie knew her time was coming and she wasn't too eager to face it.
The guard posted at the front door greeted his chief and said : '' your kid has come back an hour ago.''
Amelie scowled: his kid? Theo was living here now?
Negan nodded and they entered his home, heading straight to his bedroom. The tall man was unusually silent and it frightened her. He sat on his bed and looked at her: '' I'm half tempted to flog you in public, have you thrown in a cell for a very fucking long time or just break your little neck with my bare hands…but I can't fucking decide which option I prefer.'' he informed her darkly.
The girl gulped loudly and fidgeted on her feet in front of him. He rose and this time his voice was low and shaking with anger: '' I fucking mourned you! Amber mourned you; your own fucking kiddo did too! ''
He grabbed her throat and squeezed: ''Do you know how fucking hard it was to explain to him that he would not fucking see you again!? I searched for your corpse during a whole motherfucking month! '' he roared, shaking her lightly.
She didn't resist him, knowing it would be futile to and took her punishment quietly. The massive man brought her face closer to his; her feet barely touched the ground and she gripped his wrist: ''…And why? Why?! You had everything you wanted here! Food, weapons, shelter…people that cared about you! I knew you fucking had no one! I know you have no one! I've always treated you correctly-''
Her eyes turned to steel: ''-You forced me-''
''-I've never hurt you! Open your fucking eyes and look around you: it's the end of the world. People do horrible things to survive; horrible things happen to women all the time and you whine because of the situation you were in here?! '' He snarled in her face.
Amelie knew it was the ugly truth; she released his wrist and averted her eyes. Negan lowered her back on the floor.
He spoke again in a softer voice: '' You left because I fucking told you, you couldn't. Because you wanted to go back to Canada and I wouldn't let you. I knew you missed your country. If you would have fucking asked me, I would have gladly brought you there during summer to spend some time. ''
Astonished, she looked up at him.
''…I knew you didn't like my ways; probably still don't. I heard you speak with Amber the time I had sent you to the Wives quarters. How she told you, you had changed and that you knew it too. After that, I didn't force you to go collect in the other communities. But did you tell me this? Did you come to me and speak to me about your concerns? No you fucking didn't! You never did!'' he growled.
His speech had rendered the girl mute. The leader looked down at her and she felt small now.
'' I never meant to hurt Amber, Theo or even you…It wasn't my goal…I-I couldn't stay anymore… I just couldn't… And Theo… If I would've gone with him you would have hunted us down…it was better this way.'' She confessed sheepishly.
He frowned: ''Better this way? See where we fucking are! I had to fucking trade you! To make a deal with food and meds to have you back! You were brought here handcuffed! You still are! ''
She shrugged: '' You decided to deal…Rick would probably have given me gift-wrapped with a thanking card to get me out of Alexandria.'' The girl said to lighten the mood.
Negan snorted and finally turned away, removing his leather coat and arsenal around his hips. The young woman watched him silently from where she stood. The Savior faced her again: ''You truly dislike each other, eh?''
'' He's been a jerk to me since the beginning. Didn't trust me, wouldn't listen to me…and see where he is now…'' She grumbled.
He approached her, removing her father's scarf: ''Oh? So you really tried to warn him about me?''
Negan bent and started to remove her own belt: '' Several times…I told him to pack his stuff and his people and to leave. He did not listen.'' The girl confirmed looking down at him.
He threw her daggers on a chair and rummaged in his pocket, pulling out a small key. The Savior then proceeded to unlock her handcuff.
'' Rick the Prick is stubborn; I know he won't go down so easily…''
He pitched the manacles on the chair too: '' That's why you're playing nice with him.''
The man hummed and sat on the bed again to remove his boots; Amelie rubbed her wrists. The leader hissed in pain when he raised his left leg: '' You almost busted my fucking knee.'' He complained.
'' You deserved it.''
Negan rolled his eyes and moaned: '' I always deserve it with you.''
Amelie just stood there when he rose again and walked to her; the Savior snaked a hand around her ponytail and bent her head backward, pressing her body to his. The pair stared at each other:
''What would you like your punishment to be?'' he drawled.
''Nonexistent?'' she tried.
Chuckling darkly, the man pulled her closer: ''You're not out of it so fucking easily…''
He bent to kiss her, but she turned her head away.
He tightened his grip on her and growled: ''Abso-fucking-lutely none of that shit. You don't have the right to refuse me at this moment. Hell, I don't want to hear the word 'no' coming from you for the next decade! ''
Negan pulled her up and walked them to the bed before dropping her on it, his heavy form over hers. Better comply to his demands…she very well knew that if she'd push her luck too far she'd find herself whipped or confined somewhere. The leader sucked and nipped on her neck, burying his face there; Amelie heard him breathe her scent and he let out a groan of satisfaction.
His hips were rotating against hers: ''Tell me…that ginger fuck-'' he started to ask.
''No. I told you before and I'll tell you again: I do not want a companion.'' She answered flatly his unspoken question.
He sat on his knees between her legs and removed his shirt: '' So… you didn't have a single fuck for two years?! ''
The young woman hated his crude language in this kind of situation. She looked away: ''No…''
Rumbling deep in his chest, he began to pull at her boots: ''That's fucking great…''
''This is so stupid…''
''It's a man thing; you wouldn't understand.''
After this brief conversation, there was a lot less of talking and a lot more of action. Negan undressed them both quickly and returned to nipping and nibbling on her skin. She let out a whimper of discomfort, but mostly of surprise when the man entered her immediately. He usually took his time to prepare her or tease her; it was not the case right now.
However, he gave her some time to adjust before moving.
The sounds he made were those of a thirsty man who was finally given something to drink. The leader was moving above her, assaulting her with carnal attacks. He lasted for a good while and finished with a deep thrust of his hips. The girl made a little noise of protest at the harsh movement, but finally settled down, breathing hard.
The tall man took her another time short after and at least lied beside her. Amelie was letting out shuddering breathes, realizing she was exactly where she had been before as if the trajectory of her life had just made a loop. She laid there, more exhausted than she had ever been in some time. All the recent events, the fight and now the sex…it made her want to hibernate for the next months.
Negan swung a heavy arm around her form and drew her into his chest, intertwining one leg with hers. '' For two years…It was as if I couldn't believe you were gone for good…something was nagging my conscience-''
''-Didn't know you had one.''
He filliped her on the ear: ''- I thought it was because I couldn't find your damn corpse…that I needed to give you a proper burial or some shit like that. I fucking understood today. ''
His arm tightened almost painfully and she was crushed against him; the Savior nuzzled the back of her head, taking her scent in again.
'' Deep down I knew you weren't dead. '' He said seriously.