Negan's little girl

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I had woken up in a bed I was all to familiar with. Not my own. But negans. I quickly shot up and almost smiled at the familiar smell. But didn't when I realized I don't remember falling asleep last night. I got up quickly and made his bed. My shirt was changed to one of negans white t-shirts. I still had the spandex on or maybe they were different. I used his bathroom and didn't want to look at myself in my mirror. I walked out and opened his bedroom door. Fat joey was standing right outside of his room

B- joey what's going on?

J- I don't know kid but negan needs to see you in his office.

B- no I don't want to go. Please don't make me joey

J- I'm sorry kid it's his orders. I'll be right outside so if you don't feel comfortable with something you can just say you are going to me. Okay?

I nodded slowly. He gave me his hand and I grabbed it as we walked out of negans room. I barley had time to notice my coloring and drawings were on his wall. His kitchen looked like mine. So negan was drinking badly in my room and his? Why? I was so deep in thought I didn't realize we were at his office till joey said

J- kid we are here. Remember you need anything just come get me. Im going to be standing right here.

B- okay..

I knocked and he said come in. I walked in and shut the door. My hands found there way at the bottom of the shirt to play with the hem of it. I chewed on my lip.

N- sit down

I sat down in a chair that was facing the wall. I didn't want to look at him. Looking at him would make everything real. I don't want that.

N- bells you need to look at me.

I shook my head no.

N- please bells I need you to look at me.

B- no..

N- well if you aren't going to look at me I brought you some food. I need you to eat at least a couple bites right now. And so it isn't awkward I'll be eating too.

He slide a trey over to me and I didnt move. I looked at it. It was actually food. Not just oatmeal and water. I picked up the burger and took a bite. Mustard fell on my shirt. No negans shirt.

B- shit...I'm sorry..

N- don't cry over spilt condiments

B- I'll cry if I damn want to

I said looking at him. I took the napkin off the tray and tried to wipe it. I smiled realizing that we have said that before. Coming home from a competition. I even let out a laugh.

N- why are you laughing?

B- no reason.

I said laughing. I ate some more before I felt like throwing up. I set it on the tray and shoved it away. I looked at the wall again.

N- who did that to you?

I shrugged.

N- so we are back to this again. Cool.