This is one of three fics I will be submitting for @sherrybaby14 ‘s SherryBaby’s 2k Villain Challenge. The prompt used for this fic was quote 15, ‘I always end up being the evil one and I wouldn’t hurt a fly’.
Summary: Feelings tend to grow once the seed has been planted. Despite who he is, and despite the judging looks and whispers from those you live with, you can’t help but be drawn in by that wolfish grin and those tempting eyes of his… of Negan’s.
Warnings: Implied smut. It’s Negan… so language should be a given.
Your head hung low as you tried to ignore the looks you were getting from those you lived with. You couldn’t help the guilt that settled in your stomach as the filthy glares multiplied the closer you got to the armory.
It’s not like you wanted this. It’s not like you relished in the fact that you had a positive effect on the harsh leader of the community who had all but ruined your lives.
The Saviours were a bunch of animals. They scavenged and picked at the remains of poor communities who couldn’t fight back. They were the bullies in the school yard, shoving at the weaker kids, taking their lunch money.
Amongst the filthy glares you spotted a few stone set faces.
The Saviours had come to your home, piled into the large and heavy trucks that came every week, filled to the brim with hardened men and women, each carrying at least one gun as their eyes trained on the simple folk who lived in the community. Now they stood around, waiting for orders as their boss talked to yours.
Negan. He was the cruellest man you’d ever met. He led with strict rules and harsh punishments. He took what he wanted, claimed all the land he set his eyes on, and declared ownership over everything and anyone that crossed his path. That included you.
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