A/N: Self-harm in this one, it was totally unnecessary lol
"Alright Perry, I'm done for today."
I had exited the office before I could hear her reply. I was ready to just lay down and rest. Negan and I hadn't made any interactions in the past week since our last encounter. Throughout the week I had only seen him twice, both in the mess hall. Chris was promoted to go on supply runs so I rarely saw him. Anytime I did, he was in his room either occupying the bed or couch, sleeping. Ava and I are still close, and I'm glad for that, being she is my only friend.
I walked over to where she sat in the mess hall, she had papers scattered before her. I sat down across from her, she was completely oblivious to my presence until I spoke.
"Ava."
She abruptly looked up from her work, distraught on her face. "Oh hey, Azrael." She didn't spend too long on me before returning to her work.
'What are you working on?" I attempted to peek at the papers but I couldn't make anything out. I wasn't the best at reading upside down.
"Stuff for Negan," she muttered.
'Wait, what?"
Ava let out a sigh as she stacked the papers together.
"The other day, Negan came to my room and asked me to do some work for him, I can't say what it is though."
A feeling of jealousy slowly boiled in my stomach, but I didn't show it. "He came to your room?"
Ava nodded, her face started to turn pink. She ducked her head down, but I had already noticed.
"Why are you blushing?"
"Well," she started. "He kept on flirting with me."
The jealousy started to boil it's way up. I was mad at myself for being jealous. I shouldn't be.
"Oh."
Ava stood up and collected the papers.
"Where are you going," I asked.
'To Negan." With that, she left the mess hall, with me by myself.
After a few minutes of staring off into space, I noticed three guys walk over to me. All looked like supply runners. They were all well built and their faces showed they were tough.
"Hey." The tallest one spoke to me.
"Um hi," I replied hesitantly.
"You're Negan's newest slut aren't you?"
I didn't reply. I let my head hang as I eyed my hands that were resting on my thighs.
A different guy spoke.
"Ah, don't be shy girl. Just by looking at you, you seem like the type of girl who would jump at that opportunity."
I stayed in the same position, calming my breath. Before the world went to hell, I went through this exact shit. Memories started to flood through me, the first moment I was called a slut all the way to now. It all just came to me, all at once. I could feel my eyes start to water.
The first guy spoke again. "Yeah, I bet you're pretty loose. Maybe I should check just to be sure." They all laughed as I felt one tear slide down my cheek. I quickly stood up without looking at them as I headed to the nearest bathroom.
The bathroom was a public one, located on the first floor. It had five bathroom stalls with sinks in one room. In the other room were showers with lockers lined up against the walls. I burst into the bathroom, glad to find no one there. I walked over to the closet in the first room where it held feminine hygiene products, razors, cream, all that bathrooms entailed.
I searched the closet and spotted a razor. I took one of the cheap ones and quickly disassembled it. I took kept one of the razors in my hand as I trashed the rest. I pocketed the razor before exiting the bathroom and making my way to Chris's room.
He wasn't there, probably on yet another supply run. I sat on the edge of the bed and took out the razor. Their comments filled my head. My eyes started to water, I looked down at my wrist with blurred eyes. I took the blade and sliced with a trembling hand. The blood leaked out with every cut.
After a few minutes of cutting, I abruptly stopped. I couldn't stop crying. It was a silent cry. One no one could hear. I wiped my tears away and ditched the razor in the garbage. I ran my wrist under the cold water as a release before bandaging it up. I crawled into the bed and fell into a restless sleep.
A/N: This is an old, unfinished fic between negan x oc & simon x oc
As I entered his room, a small burst of cool air blasted into my face. My eyes immediately went to his bed. A king size with gray satin sheets, with tall black bedposts and a black headboard. For split second, all I could imagine doing was crawling under the covers and falling asleep. On the left side of the bed was a door, presumably to his own bathroom. In front of his bed was a tv on a black dresser. Along the wall to the right of the tv were gray counters and a 2 door fridge. Next to the fridge was an open bookcase filled with various knick knacks. In front of the bookcase was a black leather loveseat, facing the love seat were two armchairs. A glass coffee table was placed in between the loveseat and armchairs.
Sitting in the armchair on the right was Negan. His red scarf was laid neatly on the coffee table, while Lucille rested on the chair next to him.
He peered over his shoulder to look at me. "Hey, towel fetcher." His signature smirk made an appearance, while just like I did to Simon, I mentally rolled my eyes. He gestured to the love seat for me to sit.
I walked over to the couch and sat down with the dirty towels on my lap.
"I'm a little confused."
"Whys that?"
"Well someone that looks like you," he paused to look me up down. "I would've noticed. So why didn't I?" He showed no emotion as he stared me down, waiting for an answer.
"Maybe you need glasses."
He scoffed at my comment. "You need to watch yourself doll." His eyes looked at mine, mentally warning me. His eyes had a dangerous look to them so I decided it was in my best interest to not be a smart ass. I let my head hang down and I stared at the dirty towels. "Sorry, sir." I felt a hand lightly grasp my chin and forced me to look up. Negan's surprisingly soft hands slightly tightened their grip on my chin. "When you speak to me," he sneaked a glance down at my lips before returning his gaze to my eyes. "You look at me." I nodded in response. He suddenly let go of my chin and laid back in his chair. "Good."
"Alright," he started, "go make yourself useful and go to my bathroom and get the towels." I was taken aback by his sudden rudeness but I shook it off and walked over to the other door in the room that I hoped was his bathroom. As I passed his bed, I took a quick look at it. My thoughts went to his wives and I imagined how many girls he has had in his bed.
I opened the door to his bathroom and quickly found the laundry baskets. He had two sitting next to each other. One was full of towels and the other was full of clothes. My focus lingered at his clothes before collecting the towels.
Again, as I walked passed his bed, I stole a glance at it. I reverted my eyes back in front of me, where I stopped just in front of the coffee table.
"Am I done in here?"
"You tell me." Negan tilted his head to meet my eyes.
I furrowed my eyebrows, confused at his reply.
"What do you mean?"
A soft chuckle escaped his lips. "The amount of times you've looked at my bed gives me a feeling you don't want to leave."
My eyes widened and I could feel my face heat up. I quickly looked away in hopes he didn't see me blush.
I swear, even without looking at him, I could feel the stupid smirk on his face.
"You're dismissed." With that, I took my cue to leave the room. Simon had left, so it was just me alone in the hallway. I rested my back on Negan's door. I took a deep breath and walked my way back down to the janitor's room.
The rest of the day was easy going. I washed Negan and Simon's towels and on my way up the bring them back, I ran into Simon on the third floor. I was lucky enough to have him take the towels and take them up himself. Taking the towels back was my last task of the day so after Simon took them away, I headed to the kitchen to get a snack before going to Chris's room. When I got inside, he was sleeping on the couch with a book in his hand. I decided since he already was on the couch, I would take the bed again tonight. I crawled under the covers and closed my eyes with Negan's words still etched into my mind.
The amount of times you've looked at my bed gives me a feeling you don't want to leave.
A/N: I wrote this several years ago when I was 16. It is unfinished and I think I wrote ten parts. I can post the rest if y’all would like. I could also write new stuff too 👉🏼👈🏼
"Trick question."
"Excuse me?" Negan scoffed, I was playing a dangerous game.
"Either you want me to say my real name or say Negan."
His face softened and he let a small laugh escape his lips. "First one."
"Addilyn" **i changed her name halfway through the story
Negan nodded in approval. "And second?"
My eyes shifted quickly to Chris, he was white as a ghost. His eyes gave me no comfort. I looked back at Negan, to once again meet his brown eyes.
"Negan."
His lips formed into a smile as he adjusted Lucille on his shoulder.
"Where do you work?"
"The janitorial department."
"With Chris?"
I nodded, I was beginning to feel sick. Why? God only knows.
"Okay." And with that, he turned around and left the mess hall. The anxiety in the room suddenly vanished, from everyone. Yet it still lingered for me.
"Woah," Chris muttered as he looked at me.
"That has been the closest I've ever been to him," Ava commented.
I took a sip of my water trying to ease myself. "I think I'm going to turn in for the night."
I said my goodbyes and placed my dish in the bucket near the kitchen. I headed to the third floor where Chris's room was. Tonight was my turn to sleep in the bed, and I was glad for it. Despite my anxiety, that overwhelmed me, I managed to fall asleep rather quickly.
"Azrael." A hand was gently shaking my shoulder.
"Okay," I mumbled. I heard the room door open and then shut. It was Chris waking me up for work. I glanced over at the clock and it read 6:40. We had this thing going on that whoever woke first, was to wake the other up. Usually, it was Chris, but there were a few days where I managed to wake up earlier. I got up from my bed and opened my dresser.
Two dressers were in the room, one mine and the other Chris's. Just about everything we had, we had two of. I decided on wearing my favorite blue skinny jeans and just a plain white tank top. With all the points I had been racking up, I managed to gather some pretty decent clothes. Most, however, I had before I came to Sanctuary. I pulled my dark brown hair into a ponytail, completely disregarding the few strands that had fallen from my grip. I sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed my converse. Small holes were visible at the top.
I need new shoes, I thought. I'll make sure to get some after work.
Before leaving the room, I brushed my teeth and made one last look in the mirror.
Acceptable, I thought.
I walked down to the lower floor and into the Janitor's office. Ava was getting the mop from the closet and Chris was with a couple other guys sorting through soaps that we use to wash the clothes and towels. I walked to the white board and looked next to my name. My eyes went wide and mouth went slightly agape.
Bring/collect towels-5th floor.
There were two rooms on the fifth floor. Simon's and Negan's. "Perry?" My eyes didn't leave the white board.
"Yes, hun?”
"Why do I have the fifth floor?"
"Well I would've assigned you elsewhere but Negan requested you, and I am not one to disobey him."
Of course, he fucking did.
I inhaled a deep breath, composing myself. Without another word, I left the room and grudgingly headed to the fifth floor. As I took my last step up the stairs, a fairly lit hallway came to view. On both sides of the hallway was one door. There was a door at the end, with Simon standing before it. He noticed my presence.
Simon took a step forward. "Mine's on the left, I'll let you guess where Negan's is." He chuckled at his own joke.
I made my way into Simon's room where I went straight to the bathroom without looking elsewhere. I gathered his two towels and quickly exited his room. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.
I walked over to Simon where he knocked on the door and announced my presence.
"Hey boss, your towel fetcher is here." I mentally rolled my eyes at him.
Simon stepped aside and allowed me to enter. I grasped the doorknob and entered Negan's room.
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