Multifandom One Shots

Negan Smith [1]

His face was plastered with a mask. A wicked grin was stretched across his lips, his eyes twinkling with the true emotions hidden in his chest. He wanted to scream and kill every single person surrounding him, but he needed to think ahead, not to dwell on the past. He couldn't let his people know that he had felt weak, that the people of Alexandria had made him feel incredible rage, that he had been broken. He didn't know which of the pricks did it but he knew it was one of them and he planned to get revenge. He wasn't going to kill them, oh no, they would be far too easy. What would be the point in that? Lucille would bring them agonising pain but he wanted them to feel what he did. He wanted them to suffer.

"Alright! We've got a full boat! Let's meet the man!" He heard his man say from outside the RV he had purposely hidden himself from. He wanted to make a dramatic entrance. He slammed his hand against the RV, signalling that they were ready for Negan's introduction.

Without further adue, Negan opened the door and exited the RV, his bare hand holding tightly onto his trusty bat, as Lucille rested comfortably against his leather padded shoulder.

Negan eyed each member of the Alexandrian group, secretly wondering which one he should spare when the time came to it. "We pissin' our pants yet?"

He walked around the group, all of which were purposely put into a semicircle and he felt pure joy at seeing the fear in a majority of their faces. The bandaged boy in the hat didn't blink as Negan walked past, the red headed solider not showing an inch of fear, the shot bastard wearing a mask of indifference. But Negan knew they were all scared of the uncertainty of their fates. They had no idea what was in store for them and Negan liked that.

"Oh boy, do I have a feeling we're getting close." He smacked his lips together. "Yup. It's going to be pee-pee pants city here real soon."

Negan's dark eyes swept the group before he lifted an arm, gesturing to them. "Which one of you pricks is the leader?"

"It's this one." One of Negan's men pointed at Rick, who was trembling with nothing short of terror as his actions had been what led to this. He got cocky. "He's the guy."

His attention being brought to Rick, he approached him, Lucille still against his shoulder, and the smile remained in place as he eyed him, Rick looking up in fear. ". You're Rick, right?"

Rick didn't answer.

"I'm Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men." He said in a calm tone. "Also, when I sent my people, to kill your people, for killing my people, you killed more of my people." He said with wide eyes so he would make sure Rick Grimes knew he meant business. No one crossed him and got away with it. "Not cool. Not fucking cool. You got no idea how fucking not cool that shit is. But, I think you're going to be up to speed shortly."

It was him. Negan was almost certain of it. The way he trembled, the way he was frozen, didn't make Negan believe that the man on his knees was a leader at all, but he was almost certain it was Rick Grimes that had taken away the only weakness Negan had.

"Yeah...you are so going to fucking regret crossing me in a few minutes. Yes, you will." Negan's lips stretched into a sinister smile as he continued to look down at Rick. "You see, Rick, whatever you do, no matter what, you don't mess with the new world order. The new world order is this and it's really simple; so even if you're fucking stupid and you may very well be....you can understand it.

"You ready? Here it goes. Pay attention." Negan pulled Lucille off his shoulder and swung her at his side and the petrified Rick eyed the bat with wide eyes. "Give me your shit or I will kill you. Today is career day!"