What Have You Done? Negan X Reader

Part One: Chapter Two

As the van slowed, (Y/N) could only assume they were at. . .well, wherever Negan was bringing them. Most likely back to his camp. As men unloaded them from the van, Negan personally saw to it that (Y/N) was talked to before entering the huge building before her.

"Now, darlin', I'm gonna put you in a box until you calm down, alright? Behave, and you'll be out soon enough." He said, a smile never leaving his face. "Fuck you." (Y/N) snapped. Negan chuckled, looking down and then back up at her eyes. "Fiesty. I like that. But, that kind of disrespect will not fly. Got it?" He said, lifting her chin softly with his bat, Lucille. With no reply, just a glare from her, he kept Lucille on her chin, muttering, "Don't worry, I'll tame you soon enough." Then, he dismissed the men, and they dragged Daryl and (Y/N) away. They were seperated at one point, and she didn't want to admit that she didn't know when they split off. She was trying to memorize every turn they took, but the hallways she was being dragged down were so confusing. Eventually, they stopped before a door, which looked like it led to a broom closet.

When the door was unlocked and it swung open, it was empty and dark. The walls were dirty stone bricks, and the grey floor was covered in god knows what. They shoved her in there, more like threw her in, and she landed harshly on the floor. She scurried to the wall, her back against it, her knees hugged to her chest as they slammed the door.

She heard the lock click and footsteps depart.

He was right. This was their life now. But it didn't have to be. (Y/N) would find a way to escape, she was sure of it. Her and Daryl would head back to Alexandria soon enough.

But her thoughts were interupted. By...music?

We're on easy street
And it feels so sweet
'Cos the world is but a treat
When you're on easy street

Gag. (Y/N) covered her ears and buried her head into her knees, groaning. But the music kept playing. Over and over again. Over and over again through the entire. Fucking. Night. (Y/N) squeezed her eyes shut, eventually drifiting to sleep. She didn't know what time it was when she woke up, but the music was still blasting. She wasn't even sure when she managed to fall asleep. But as if on cue when she awoke, the music stopped and she heard the lock click.

The door slowly opened, revealing Negan. She glared up at him through her eyelashes. "Good morning, darlin'. Ready to behave?" He asked, stepping in and crouching down. She didn't know he was expecting an actual answer until he spoke, in a rather harsh tone, "Speak. When. Fucking. Spoken to." He roughly gripped her chin, making her whimper slightly.

She closed her eyes and took a breath, trying to hold her trembling chin. "Yes." She whispered, quieter than she wanted to. He smiled and chuckled. "Good girl. Now, I think you're real beautiful. Don't you think so?" He asked again. She searched his face for any emotion. There wasn't really anything to find. "Yes." She said again, in a monotone voice. "Now, I'll give you three options." He said, standing up, pacing in the small room slowly.

"Option one." He started, Lucille swinging at his side, "You work for me, on the fence, as a dead woman." He said.

(Y/N) shuddered at the thought of the fence, which she caught glimpses of on her way in. They had walkers chained to the fences surronding their home.

Definetly not that one.

"Option two!" He said, stopping and standing in front of her. "You live here, work for points, but you'll wish you were dead."

Nope. Next option, please.

"And option three." he stopped, crouching down and leaning close to (Y/N)'s face. She backed away until she was against the wall, but he followed, her face an inch to hers. She could feel his breath on her lips. "You marry me, and live like a queen!" He exclaims, standing up. Her heart stopped for a second.

So, basically, death, wishing for death, or suffering? It was like asking her which bug she wanted to eat. Cockroach, beetle, or cricket. Which, she had to eat at one point. All of them.

He waited for her to reply, which she didn't speak. "Think about it, you've got 'till tomorrow, doll." Negan said, before leaving, the door slamming behind him, making her flinch. Hearing the lock click and his footsteps depart made her feel better. But the silence...oh, it made her feel great.

We're on easy street

Well, that was short lived.

And it feels so sweet

She silently cursed him as the music bled into her eardrums. She covered them the best she could, but she could still hear the goddamn music.

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It wasn't until much later when the music stopped and the door opened. She glanced up, seeing Dwight, the man with blonde hair and a cross-bow. Daryl's cross-bow. He handed her a sandwhich, which smelled of something that she couldn't quite get her finger on. Cat food? No, it was dog food. She was hungry, but she turned away. "Eat." He said. "Now." She ignored him, yawning and looking away. He threw it on the ground, angry. "You better learn to listen, or you'll end up dead, (Y/N)." He said before slamming the door behind him.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, bitch." (Y/N) mumbled to herself, flipping him off from behind the door. The music resumed. She let out a groan, then a frusturated yell, banging on the door with her fists. She slid back down the wall, kicking the door once before panting. And then the sobs came on.

The next morning, Negan appeared in the doorway as (Y/N) awoke, slowly sitting up against the wall, her right side pressed to the wall. "Have you made up your mind, sweet heart?" He said that almost in a condensending tone.

(Y/N) nodded slowly. "Yeah..." She croaked, her voice dry. As he got down to her level, he leaned forward, a hand pressed against the wall, trapping her between his arm and the other wall, as she shifted uncomfortably. "And what would that be?" He asked. She swallowed hard, looking away from his eyes. "O-option three. . ." She mumbled, sniffling after. "And what's option three?" He asked in a sing-song tone.

She gritted her teeth. "To marry you." She whispered. He smiled. "I want to hear that pretty little mouth of yours say that you want to marry me."

What?

"Say it." He said in a demanding tone, his smile faded and his eyes locked onto hers.

She swallowed hard, parting her lips to speak. But no voice came out. "Do you need more time alone, is that it?" He asked, standing up. "No! No, I. . ." (Y/N) started, pulling at his pants. She did not want to spend another night in here. He towered over her, a smile playing at his lips. "Say it." He said in the same sing-song tone, lifting her chin up gently. She closed her eyes and took a breath. When she opened them, she said as calmly as she could muster, "I want to marry you, Negan." The words left a bad taste in her mouth. Worse than the dog-food sandwhich she shamefully ate. Negan kneeled down, grabbing her roughly by one arm, pulling her up. She dangled off the ground for a second, before he placed her on her feet. She let out a small yelp at his grip. "Pretty, pretty, pretty. . ." He started. "Please..." She finished. He chuckled.

Leaning in, he roughly kissed her. Her eyes widened and she pushed him away with both hands. "Excuse me? More time in the box, you ask?" He says, walking backwards to the door. "No! I- I'm sorry!" (Y/N) said, rushing to him, reaching for his arm. He chuckled and stalked forward, leaning in again, kissing her once more. Letting it happen, (Y/N) resisted the urge to shove him off and smack him. She couldn't. Defeated, she let him kiss her, which lasted for a few seconds. As he pulled away, he couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, (Y/N)." He said, pausing, which sent a shiver down her spine. "You just made the best decision of your life."

Was it, though?