Negan // Imagines

Shoot me // Negan

I sat on the floor of the dark cell in the sanctuary. No light coming in from anywhere, not even a crack in the door. But the door, of course, was locked. I couldn't leave, I couldn't escape, I belonged to Negan now.

I rested my back on the wall, my legs crossed over each other as my hands held each other. My eyes were closed and I was ready to just fall asleep. But the echoes of footsteps through the halls of the sanctuary kept me awake, they got closer and closer until they stopped right outside my door.

I could hear the door handle move as the door pushed open. Negan stood, leaning on the door fame - Lucille in one hand and a plate of food in the other.

He looked down at me and smiled. He shifted his weight off the metal frame of the door and squatted down in front of me, pushing the plate towards me as he looked into my eyes that never met with his.

I looked at my fingers, not concentrating on the food I was dying to get a taste of, or the murderer of my friends. "I've grown to like you. Don't make me kill you this early in the game" he told me. Still trying his best to get my attention

"Game?" My voice was scratchy and low, this pleased Negan in a weird, crazy way.

I looked at his eyes, they felt calm and warm. But I could feel the tinge of fire behind the nice brown eyes he looked at me with.

"No bout Rick wants you back. You are his favourite after all" he stood up. I watched him as he bended his legs and grew taller. He began to walk out the door before looking back at me "but I'm not planning on giving you back just yet"

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Negan never came to my cell to bring me food for weeks, he got the rest of the saviours to do it for him as he was busy doing other stuff. Though I liked him much more than any of the rest of the savours, I still never wanted to see his face again. At least that's what I thought.

Every single time I heard those footsteps, the door hale moving and opening and the shadow slowly coming into view I had the weirdest sensation of butterfly's in my stomach as I thought it was Negan. But it never was.

The savours treated me with disrepect. They didn't talk to me and they would throw the food at me instead on handing it to me. Which resulted with the floor getting more food than I did.

But there's always been the weak one of the group. The runt on the saviours. I didn't know his name but he was almost scared of me, never came fully in the room and I could feel the fear radiating off his body when he got close. And that's exactly who was giving me food today.

He walked in and eyed me up and down, feeling a little more comfortable around me when he saw I was sitting cross-legged on the floor opposite me.

He set the plate down and began to walk away. I leaned forward and grabbed him by the wrist. His eyes turned white in fear, not making an attempt to call for help or fight back

"Shhh, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you" I told him, slowly standing up to meet his height. As I still held onto his wrist I turned my body around his, inching towards the open door. "You're not going to get into any trouble" I smiled at him. Though he didn't feel any more comfortable around me.

As my back was completely lined up with the door, I let go of his wrist and ran out, slamming the door behind me as I sprinted down the hall. I didn't know where I was going, I just followed the walls and floor of the corridors until I found an exit sign on a fire escape door heading outside.

I looked behind me and nobody was following me. I opened the fire escape door and ran out, the sun instantly blinding me from being in the dark cell for so long. But I kept running even thought I couldn't see.

I took my hand off my head as I turned a corner into shade. But Negan stood with his arms crossed, looking at me with dead eyes. He stepped closer to me but I didn't turn back as he had a gun in his hands, ready to shoot me if I moved.

"I never would have expected this. Especially from you" he told me, now only inches away from my body. I moved my foot back, ready to just run away again but Negan caught on and held up his gun. "Don't even think about it, Honey"

"Just shoot the fucking gun" I told him. My face emotionless.

"And why would I do that?" He twirled the gun between his fingers, only millimeters away from setting the gun off.

"It would be much better than staying in that fucking cell I now live in" I glared at him, cursing in every sentence to show how annoyed I am at this situation.

I was no longer scared of this man, I wanted him to end my life just because how crap he's made it. "What if I was to step you up a little" He told me

I looked at hin confused as he still twirled the gun between his fingers "what do you mean?"

"A promotion of some sort... how would you like to be my wife?"

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Just a second imagine to make up for the days without uploading. It was crap tho, soz
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