Negan's POV:
A few days had passed since our little Duet and she hasn't sung since. I felt a little glumb so Billy Ray Cyrus "achy breaky heart" became my greeting to her one evening after everyone else had gone to bed.
"You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes up when I'm gone
Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone," her footsteps moved around for a few minutes before stopping somewhere above, "You can tell my arms go back to the farm
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for you no more," and then she joined me in singing, "But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooh
You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas
Or you can tell your dog to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff who's fist can tell my lips
He never really liked me anyway
Or tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please
Myself already knows I'm not okay
Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
It might be walking out on me one-day
But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooh
But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooh."
I found myself laying my head back and chuckling.
"Hope you're doing alright, ma'am," I called out into the dark.
"I-I'm okay," a nervous voice spoke from above my cell.
She must have a window right above my cell. Explains why we hear each other clearly.
"Good to hear, darlin'. Good night."
"Good night, Negan."
Late into the night a few nights later, I heard her window open and she hesitantly called out.
"Negan?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I answered, sitting up straighter, having been sitting in my seat waiting for her to sing or something tonight.
"Why have you been nice to me? You know I can't break you out of there. And I won't."
I sighed, "That has nothing to do with my feelings for you, Ma'am. I just," I pondered my words for a moment, "Music tells alot about a person, you know? And I guess you singing kinda let me know you and now I care about you. Which is probably stupid since I'm big bad Nega-"
"Negan," she interrupted me, "Thank you."
"Any time, Ma'am."
She laughed, "You can just call me Lily, you know?"
The pieces connected together. Her familiar voice matched that with the beautiful but scarred woman who had stitched my throat closed after Rick sliced it.
I smiled, "Well, beautiful Lily, I'm glad to talk to you. And sing with you. Even if my voice is nowhere near as lovely as yours, Ma'am."
A few minutes of silence, followed by a soft voice, "Thank you. Good night, Negan."
"Good night, Doc."
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Shattered Glass
FanfictionNegan Smith (twd) / Lily Roberts (ofc) Lily first meets Negan face to face as she's stitching his throat closed after Rick sliced it open. Negan doesn't see her again for quite some time. But he hears her. Her apartment is right above his cell. He...
