No Means Yes (Negan x Reader)

Chapter 2: On Top

- With Rick angering Y/N more and more, Negans proposal becomes actually enticing. The head of the Saviors is determend to get the scout all for himself, but not exclusively for scouting. -

"Y/N?" Michonne calls you from the other side of the door, knocking softly against the wood. "You're late for your shift."

Unbotherd by her calls, you roll onto your other side, pulling the covers over your head. It's been one of the bad nights again, filled with wide awake hours and nightmare induced dreams whenever you manage to close your eyes for a moment.

The breathtaking pain of your ribs got unbearable most of the time. You practically burnt through all of your meds, leaving you with Alexandria's last bottle of painkillers. It got so bad, that you've been in your room with three weeks of almost strict bedrest and your mood slowly got fouler than a walker in the blaring summer heat.

It's not like you had the luxury of staying in bed all day of course, with the scavengers constantly out of town, Alexandria got pretty defenseless. Your guard shifts were cut down drastically but you still had to take some regardless. Not that you hate the guard shifts or anything, in fact you quite enjoy them, but with the everlasting pain in your upper half of your body, even as much as walking up and down the wall was becoming a chore.

The door to your room opens slowly and Michonne comes inside your room. Her shoulders slump at the sight of you. She comes closer to sit on the edge of your bed. "Hey?" she asks you quietly, reaching for your shoulder to squeeze it lightly.

Only a few weeks ago you would have pushed her or any hand away from you, but the toll of the injury rendering you pretty much useless to your group, being bedridden and an extra burden to the scavengers due to your high demand of potent painkillers, drained you mentaly and physically. You just don't have the power anymore to keep your usual composure up. If you could cry, you would. You never felt so weak in your life before. Useless.

"Hey." Michonne tries again, drawing small circles in your shoulder. "Bad night?"

"Are there others?" You ask sarcastically, your voice still thick with the few hours of sleep you had. Eventually, you pull the covers down but keep your eyes everywhere but the woman beside you. "I'll just need a few minutes, okay?"

"Take your time," She says with a sympathetic smile on her face.

Slowly you crawl out of your bed, thankful for being the only one in Alexandria to still have one. It's unimaginable what an absolute hell your recovery must have been, if you had to sleep on the floor like the others do.

Michonne gives you privacy by quickly standing up and going downstairs, while you pick up your clothes for today. You take a new top and sweatpants out of your closet and quickly change. The oversized pullover from yesterday gets picked up from the chair in the corner of your room and pulled over your head.

After brushing your teeth and making your hair, you head downstairs as well. Still a bit dazed from the short sleep, you toddle towards the kitchen.

Michonne and your father are discussing something at the kitchen table but their voices go silent once you reach the room. Both look at you when you enter, making you more uncomfortable than you already are.

"Morning," you whisper before grabbing a glass out of a cabinet.

"Morning," Rick replies, visibly on edge. You two barely talked since your injury, not that you'd mind. It is rare for you to have a normal conversation without ending in a fight eventually and you're really not in the mood for more of that.

You fill the glass with water from the tap and move on to the next cabinet to fetch your meds. Slowly you screw the orange container open and shake a few tables out onto your hand. Three? Four? Who cares, it's not like they will relieve enough pain to be even noticeable. You plop them into your mouth and down them with the whole glass of water.