Imagine... | Jeffrey Dean Morgan (English) ⏸️

✔Why? (Part Two) (Negan)

"You live like a fucking queen again!"
"Alright, asshole ..", you say and grins naughty at Negan, which made Negan laugh, ".. but I still have one condition!".
"That would be, sweetie?".
"I want to go out again when I want!".
Negan just grins.
"You heard that, men! Weapons away from her sweet skull and let her get in the fucking van!".
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You feel dirty at the thought that you are living with the man who had slain your love and your 'family' without any blink of an eye.
If you had not consented, you would either have been dead, or you would now walk alone through the broken world. Alone. Without any hope of someone protecting you, loving you or even keeping you warm.

It passed a few days.
You still do not feel comfortable in this place.
The men are gaping at you, because they have not laid a pipe for a long time!
The women are gaping at you because they are afraid that you will stigmatize Negan!
Negan gazes at you because he thinks you'll throw yourself at him, just like the other women here, and give yourself completely to him!
But thought wrong!

You still go to work, although you do not have to. You just do not feel like women just sitting in the harem and doing nothing.
You do your work without being conspicuous. You want to meet Negan as little as possible. You do not want to see his visage, because every time you see him, you see every time anew the heads of your friends squish!
You usually spend the time with tours. Not with the other men, but mostly alone. Negan had given you his word that you can go on tour alone and you have given him your word that you come back again. Where else should you go? You never want to be alone again! Why?
You just need someone from time to time to talk to you normally.
If that is not the case, you feel lonely. When you feel lonely, you think about your past and you do not want that! It consists only of loss, sadness and pain!
Then you prefer to talk to one of the perverted pigs, than ultimately only to have suicidal thoughts.

"Negan wants to see you!", Dwight snorts behind you.
"Why?".
"There must be no reason! Understand?" He asks annoyed.
You have no desire for any punishments, which is why you get up without further words and follow him.
Arrived in front of Negan's door, Dwight knocks and there is only a 'come in' from the other side.
Dwight opens the door and lets you enter.
You see Negan sitting in a chair. In one hand as always a glass with some alcohol in it.
"Sit down there, kid ..", Negan points to a chair that faces him directly, ".. and, Dwight, you're gonna fuck you now and leave me and my sweetie alone here!" He adds without looking away from you.
His look is demanding and yours is full of hate and disgust.
"Why so fucking hooked, sweetheart?".
"Do not call me that!", You're calling him.
"So aggressive! Why that? I have not done anything to you!", He says and raises his hands innocently with a grin.
"Did not do anything? You've just screwed my friends again, before my eyes, the skulls hit!".
"Oh right .. there was something!", He laughs.
"So .. what do you want from me, why am I here?", You ask with angry tone.
"First of all, stop talking to me in that tone ..", he says seriously, "and secondly I need something to fish .. my women are getting boring!".
"There are enough women here!".
"But no one has as much bite as you, I like that about you!".
"Nice for you!", you shrug and look at the floor.
"You live here without any tasks, without duties, without collecting points .. I would like something back!" He says and grins challenging and take a drink from his glass.
"Forget it, forget it, Negan!".
"I can not do it! You are something special, a woman who resists! That turns me on even more!".
He still has that grin on his face.
"You said you leave me alone!".
"Habs me differently!"
"Shit I do! Fuck one of your other women or anyone else .. because of me something .. but not me! Fuck you, Negan!".
"Look at this badass!".
You thought he was snapping off now, but no, he stays calm.
"I like you, sweetheart .. really!", He says and slowly drives up his thigh with one of his hands.
"Stop that shit, Negan!", you nudge him and knock his hand away.
With his touch you feel a tingling in the stomach. What was that? Do you feel attracted to him?
"With what?", He grinned still on.
Again his hand goes up your thigh.
You lean forward. He too.
Your looks are both demanding. His but more than yours. He wants you here and now. You notice that and bite your lower lip. He leans further, with a triumphant smile to the front, closing his eyes, ready for the upcoming kiss.
Just before your lips meet, you hit him with his clenched fist against his cheek.
"Seriously ..", he asks and rubs his already red cheek, "first you make me hot .. and then you hit me one? I really do not get smart out of you, princess!".
"I told you I would not do that!", You say and get up to leave.
"Oh well, my dear ..", he says while he comes up to you and holds your arm, ".. you stay beautiful with me!".
"I'll do a shit!". You pull your arm away from him, keep going to the door and try to open it. Vain. She is finished.
"Well, sweetie .. I could already imagine that you will not do this voluntarily, which is why I've taken precautions and let our Dwighty Boy complete!", He says and lies down on his side. You snort and lean against the door with your arms crossed.
"Come on and just enjoy it!" He says with a grin on his face and opens his arms to show that he and the bed are ready for you.

"Forget it, Negan, I'd rather die than sleep with you!"
You realize that he is getting angry, but that does not impress you. He gets up, comes up to you, stands in front of you and then leans against the door behind you with one hand. You feel his breath on your skin. You smell the alcohol and the blood.
"Last attempt, sweetheart! Voluntarily or by force?".
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