The Girl Who Never Cries (Negan x Reader)

Chapter 3: Lucky Day

- The sudden death of an original Alexandrian is putting a bad light on Y/N, the threat of exile looming over her head, but when the situation grows dire, the Saviors actually live up to the name. -

You don't bother to open up your eyes, when you hear someone walking down the stairs. It's your father, easy to recognize by the sound of his steps. With a tired sigh you lean further back against the chair, your feet resting on the kitchen table.

"You're up already?" He asks you when he enters the kitchen, sounding surprised.

"Still." You mumble into the ice pack against your cheek.

Rick carefully reaches out for the hand that's holding the ice pack. "Let me see."

Slowly you lift your hand, exposing your face to him. He doesn't speak for a long moment, only inspects the bruised cheekbone. Finally he lets go of your wrist. "He didn't mean to hurt you."

"He did, but I don't hold it against him." You retort.

Last night was a mess.

You've been working overtime in the infirmary. After you patched up Rosita, who just returned with her team from the mall you scouted out last week, you cleaned up and went back to your studies. Most lights were already out in the town and Alexandria was blissfully quiet. One of the reasons why you preferred working late.

With your mind at your notebook, you did not notice someone coming in. It startled you, when Michael, one of the original Alexandrians, stormed into the room, begging you to help him. He was panicking and you had a hard time working through the pieces of information he provided. Something was wrong with his wife Rachel and he needed your help.

Both of you rushed towards their house. Unconscious and pills were what you had to work with, Michael wasn't able to tell anything else. You ran up the stairs to their bedroom with him right behind you.

Rachel laid motionless under her bedsheets and you rushed to her side to kneel next to her. An empty bottle of wine catched your eyes, standing next to one of your marked containers. Zolpidem. "Oh fuck." You cursed, brushing Rachel's hair away to get a better look at her face and access to neck. "Did she drink all of that on her own tonight?"

"I don't know! Help her, please!" Michael yelled.

While trying to keep calm, you pressed your fingers on her carotid artery, searching for a pulse. Your eyes wandered from Rachel to Michael. "I have to induce vomiting. If she drank alcohol with the meds-"

You shrieked in surprise, when Reachel lunged at you. She tackled you to the ground and you fought to keep her off of you. When you got a glimpse of her eyes, your blood run cold. They were cloudy white, you've been too late.

With a curse under your breath, you pushed your forearm against her throat, trying to keep her snapping jaw away from you, while you fumbled for one of your knives. "I'm sorry", you whispered before burying the blade in her temple. Rachel stopped moving immediately and you laid her down as careful as you could.

"NO!" Michael screamed, pushing past you to kneel next to his dead wife. "What have you done?"

You stood up to give him more space and to get away from her. The sudden adrenaline flush and shook made you dizzy and you held onto the bedpost for balance. "I'm sorry, Michael. There was nothing I could have done."

"You killed her!" He yelled, tears running down his face. "You killed her!"

Daryl appeared in the doorframe behind you, the loud noise alarmed him. "What's going on?"

You turned around to explain the situation to him, but Michael was faster. He quickly raised to his feet, turning towards you. "You're a fucking murderer!" And before you could even explain that his wife had turned, he hit you with his fist.