Negan // Imagines

Sweetheart // Negan

Requested by SkeletonLeeCat

I sat in my cell, isolated from everyone expect Negan. He came in everyday to give me food and sometimes water, but we'd always talk for hours, sometimes without me even realising it's been that long.  It would always be about me and before the 'end of the world' sometimes even about what Alexandria was like before he came along.

But honestly it was fun. I enjoyed it much more than just sitting around my house, listening to Rick's failed plans over and over again. Negan made this experience fun, and he didn't let anyone else talk to me. The occasional sandwiches from Dwight was the only person I saw except from Negan.

He kept me here almost as if I was his. But even if I was, I had no say in this. If he was attracted to something he'd take it, at least that's what I've learned from him as we've talked.

Though I was stripped from my clothes, and only sat in my underwear and bra, I never thought of Negan to be a rapist or a molester. He would always keep eye contact with me unless he laughed at a joke I made or a sentence he thought was funny,  then he would throw his head back, laughing and gigging. But not once did he look at my body in a pervy sort of way.

I hugged my knees as I curled up in a corner, my eyes shut as I was near minutes of falling asleep. I felt cold and lonely, though it was so quiet I still couldn't hear myself think about anything. Almost as if there where dozens of people in the same room as me, talking to each other as someone gave me the hardest puzzle to solve.

But after a while of trying to think of a way to leave, I just gave up. Perhaps I was starting to like this place, or maybe it was just Negan I was starting to like. But more constantly I find myself listing the reasons to want to stay here, and every single one involved Negan.

"Honey!" Negan opened the door with a huge smile on his face,  holding a tray of food. "Aren't I glad to see you" he sighed in happiness as he set the tray cafe fully in front of me.

I looked up at him in a questioning manor before I sowly inched my hands towards the food I was now drooling over. "Have I had a shit day" he sat himself beside me, watching as I put the food into my mouth and enjoyed the fulfilling taste of fresh fruit in my mouth.

He crossed his legs in a basket, sitting like a child on Christmas day. "Tell me about it" I said between chews, making Negan chuckle lightly as my cheeks looked inflated with food.

"Well, most of it's to do with Ol' Rick" he told me. I hardly listening, only concentrated on the food I was eating.

"Mhmm" I ushered him to go on

"You see. I was going to collect my dearest Daryl when..." he realised I had stopped listening "a UFO started flying above us!" He smiled.

"Wow. Really?" I asked him

"No, you dumbass" he laughed, standing up from his spot to open the door. But I quickly grabbed on to the bottom of his trousers before he could leave.

He looked down at me. "Will I ever be allowed to leave?"

"Sorry sweetheart. I love ya too much to let you leave"

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