Warning; Attempted Suicide, suicidal, Self harm, despression, Negan.
Just a little drabble, that I am working on. Well there is two. This is the Negan one I have in mind. Please give me feed back if i should continue or not.
This was not proof read, so there will be a lot of errors and there will be changed to the finished one.
483 words (at the moment)
She laid once again within the hospital bed within Alexandra. Blooded bandages still around both her wrist. This wasnt the first time she had done something like this. Wanting to end her life and join those of the dead. But everytime she attempts to subcome to her desires. One man always stops her: Daryl Dixon. However this time it wasnt the hunter, it wasnt anyone from the camp. But the most hated man around; Negan.
Doing his usual scouting from on house to another, amusing himself with the looks people of Alexandria give him. Within his mind he planned on sending one of his saviours to dig around. But something caught his eye with this one particular house. Its front door was wide open, somewhat left unattended. Having his curiosity take hold of him, Negan made his way in.
“Honey! Im home!” He shouts at the top of his lungs, making sure to having his appearance known. The man reminded standing there, a grin appearing over his lips. There wasnt any answer, no noise what so ever, until he turned on his heels. A whimper of some sorts echoed through the house, quiet but hearable. Curiosity once again took over the man’s body having him follow the cry
The whimpering had lead him up to the bedroom, upon opening the door. Negan could not believe what he saw.
“Fucking hell doll!” He ran to her side, her palms were sitting in the sink, blood covering both hands and her wrists. Tears damping her eyes, cheeks and mixing with the crimson.
Why did she always want to end her life, she didnt know. It was always on her mind, as if someone is controlling her. Her past kept on creeping up on her, before the dead began to walk. From parents disowning her for their new husband and wife. Her child hood friend giving her a hard time from taking money and pushing her away due to finally having a lover.
Before she could even attempt to focus what was happening, her mind was blacking out. She only saw what she thought was Daryl’s hands rushing to cover the slices
God knows how long she had been out, laying on that bed, but as she came too her eyes landed upon the hand curled within one of hers. Slowly turning her head to the man in the seat next to her bed. She frowned, “Negan?” Her voice was that of a whisper, that grabbed the man’s attention.
“Thank fuck!” His voice boomed, “I thought you was a goner, baby doll” Negan tightened his grip on her right hand. “Shhh, its alright” Negan cooed her “Just rest that sweet fucking head of yours”
He raised his free hand to run it through her hair. His eyes falling down to her lips.
“[Y/n]…. my name…. [y/n]”
“Well the pleasure is all mine, [y/n]”
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