IMAGINE NOT LIKING NEGAN BUT HE KEEPS YOU LOCKED AWAY IN SANCTUARY AND GETS JEALOUS WHEN YOU LIKE A NEW SAVIOR:
GIF not mine but thank you to the lovely person who made it!
Your path crossed Negan’s the night his Saviors raided your community. The moment he stepped forward with that damn bat wrapped in barbwire you knew exactly who it was, his reputation spread further than the virus itself. Known for his wrath and butchery, Negan is the man people tell stories of while they sit around the campfire, a monster worse than the Walkers. If he wants something of yours he will take it, and that goes for anything; your supplies, your people, your information, your life. For some reason or another he plucked you out of a line-up and had Simon pack you up like a little gift with an express ticket to Sanctuary, no matter how loud the pleas were. Because Negan always gets what he wants.
It is seventy-two days later and you are still here. Imprisoned in his self-proclaimed kingdom that is inescapable. No matter how addictive the fantasies of fleeing Sanctuary are, nothing will ever come to fruition. Negan knows that too. Which is why he lets you roam the compound freely without guard. Where would you go? Who would help you? The answers are simple; nowhere, and no one.
But when a new face appears in the ranks of the Saviors you find yourself feeling a little less morbid about the predicament. It has been so long since somebody new arrived, especially one in his twenties who looks the way he does. Today you overheard him introducing himself as Ray, and for the majority of the morning shift you think about him. Ray, the man with blonde hair and blue eyes that talks to nearly everybody. The end of the day comes quick and you walk back to the room; ready to shower and spend the rest of the evening in bed. As you reach the last floor and turn the corner, a fixed figure causes you to fall backward and onto the ground. A hand reaches for your arm and immediately the colorful tattoos decorating it gives away who it is. Ray helps you to your feet while apologizing repeatedly and let’s go once you’re stable. Up close he is even more mesmerizing; skin soft, jaw prominent, teeth sparkling. His face is kind and inviting even when it is troubled. You forget to speak for a moment.
“It’s okay, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? Please, if there’s anything I can do for you- do you need the infirmary? I can escort you there.” He sounds remorseful, a tone that is a rarity in here unless it is directed at Negan. Although the offer is tempting there’s no reason to and instead you hold up two hands.
“Thank you, but I’m good. Honestly.” At those words the situation relaxes.
“Well if you’re sure, Miss. I’m Ray by the way.” He holds out a hand and your heart races at the gesture. It had been so long since you had physical contact with a person who wasn’t Negan, and now here he is- the man you had been watching since his first day; offering his touch to you. Tentatively, a hand slides into his and shakes it gently. He mirrors the pressure.
“I know who you are.” With high brows he drops the handshake and your face heats up from the thoughtless admission. “I mean you’re new, everybody talks about that kind of thing.” The response is casual but the reaction seconds before it betrays you. He smiles.
“Hopefully it’s good talk.”
“Well it hasn’t been bad.” You can’t believe it- he was here. Now. Wanting to talk and know who you are. “My name’s-.”
“Kitten.” Hearing that one word makes every inch of your body stiffen and you wonder how long he has been there; if he saw you shake Ray’s hand and reduce into a puddle of mush with a few words. The thought alarms you. “So good to see you here.” His voice is louder now, closer. A large body presses flush against your back and his thick hand wraps itself around your shoulder, rubbing it stiffly. It makes you shudder. “And with the new guy nonetheless.” Ray stands at attention and bows his head.
“Good evening, sir.”
He has no idea how close to danger he is. A little pup in the sights of a big, bad wolf who doesn’t like to share his lamb. You wish you could tell him to leave but it is already too late. The claws have come down and there’s no way to get out of it now. This is your fault. “Ray, isn’t it?” He nods. “Simon tells me you’re quite the marksman.” Negan’s voice is strong and confident; it has a way of suffocating the room. Judging by the way Ray shifts uncomfortably you know he is another victim of the man’s authority. He clears his throat before answering, searching for a poised tone in his vocal cords.
“I try my best.”
“Well you have impressed my second in command with your ‘best’ efforts and that does not go unnoticed by me. Is Ray short for Raymond by the way?” Caught off guard by the sudden change in topic he shakes his head slowly. “Really? That’s odd. Well, I hope you don’t mind if I call you Raymond. I just like it more.”
“Not at all, sir.”
“Good.” He begins, “good, good, good. Anyway, sorry to disrupt you two over here.” Negan moves himself around until you are side by side and an arm drapes over you, the tips of his fingers are too close to your neckline. Ray looks around with a mildly surprised expression. He must know that you aren’t one of the wives because he eyes you with confusion and curiosity. You mentally beg him to stop but the gaze is warm and you don’t want to shy away. Negan looks at you like meat; Ray looks at you like a puzzle. You would rather be put together than ripped apart. He looks back to Negan.
“There’s no need for an apology. I accidentally bumped into her and I wanted to make sure she would be okay.” Negan looks down to you. His expression alike to the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland; all teeth with empty eyes. The stare is hard to break. It captures you for all of the wrong reasons and strips you bare, digging itself into your head until you want to cry out. All without the use of words or physical power.
“I bet you did.” The answer is directed to you. “Do you need help, kitten? Because Raymond here seems worried, and frankly, so am I.” The concern in his voice is artificial, the firm grip on your arm reminds you of that. You want to tell him everything is okay, but the words won’t come out and he won’t drop that damned stare. Ray breaks the moment.
“I should go, sir. I have a patrol in ten minutes.” Negan’s attention falls to the man and he smiles, his free arm quickly coming into view and attempting to side swipe Ray with Lucille. He steps back just in time to miss the swing. The impact would have been crippling. Negan laughs heartily while Ray shrinks into himself and steps forward to slap him on the shoulder.
“Get out there, Raymond! Make me proud!” With one last goodbye to you both Ray departs quickly and as his footsteps become faint Negan looks down at you. Lucille twirling deliberately in his hand while he tuts and shakes his head. The sight is terrifying.
“Come on honey bunny, I wanna have a chat with ya.” It doesn’t take him long to reach your door, go inside, and find himself a seat at the end of your bed with the bat by his side. He lets out an exaggerated sigh and spreads his legs, quickly slapping at his left knee. Despite every inch of you begging to leave the order is obeyed. There’s nothing else to do. This is his home, his rules. Everything is about Negan. The second you sit down he comes close. “My, my, you haven’t spoken to another man in a long time, have you?” The question is unsettling.
“I haven’t spoken to anyone in a long time.”
“You’re right, silly me. But is it really my fault though? I told you. Marry me, and I’ll feel secure enough to let everyone else talk to you.” A hand grasps your jaw and forces you to look back. His skin is marked with scars, and the wrinkles between his brow and either side of his lips remind you of how manic he his. Moving between joyful and enraged; most times at once. Negan is handsome, undoubtedly so. But everything inside of him is revolting. If he was not such a vile and barbaric man you may have found yourself charmed by him as well, but he is vile and barbaric. A devil wrapped in flesh with no ounce of humanity in sight. And you are forced to be in his company like this whenever he pleases. “Now why are you being so cold with me, I saw how smiley you were with that boy. Why don’t I get that kind of treatment?” He easily moves around until you straddle him, the position makes you feel sick. “Am I not good enough for you, kitten? Getting too boring being cooped up here with me close-by? Stuffy is it?” Hands dig into your hips.
“No, Negan. Not at all.” The grip drops and is soothed over instead.
“That’s what I like to hear. I can’t have my little kitten being pissed on by a newer, younger man, can I? This-.” A hand snakes its way into your hair, pulling it back and giving him full access to your throat that he nips on gently. The intimacy makes your skin crawl and you clench your eyes shut. “Is my territory.” The words are soul-crushing. You were once your own woman; you owned a home, you worked in a beautiful office filled with plants and earned a comfortable paycheck. Now, you are his. Locked away in a castle and surrounded by dragons. He brings you back up to face him and sighs dejectedly. “You’ve been watching Raymond, haven’t you.”
Your stomach drops. He knows. Of course he does. Negan knows more than the walls do and you should have been more cautious with your interest in the new Savior.
“No.” The grip on your hair tightens and the warning is evident. His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth.
“Kitten, don’t lie to me. You know what happens to liars, and I would hate having to cave your pretty little skull in.” He runs one finger down the bridge of your nose and you flinch at the touch, he is indifferent to the response. “Now, sweetheart, answer me. Are you watching him?” Although dying does not scare you as much as it should, the idea of being at the receiving end of Lucille pins you into submission.
“Yes.” His faces scrunches up for a second but quickly falls back to a toothy grin. He chuckles.
“God. Why was that so hard for you to admit? I’m not that jealous, kitten. I’m just curious.” Negan’s curiosity has killed hundreds and his competitive nature is blood-thirsty. “Why ya been watching him? See something you like?”
“I- I guess.” A huff escapes his lips.
“Don’t worry, I get it. I’ve kept you up here for months, you’re probably longing to speak to somebody else. It’s natural to want more than one friend.” He stands tall. Your weight is jelly to him, effortless to carry and move around. “Do you know what? I think you should spend time with him.” Distracted by the out of character comment you show no discomfort at the way he readjusts you.
“Why would you ever let me do that?” He considers you for a moment, head tilted and eyes searching. This is the first time Negan has looked at you this way; thoughtfully. It feels alien.
“Oh, kitten. It’s because I want you to know that I’m the kind of man who would do anything for my women, and if you do take me up on the offer-.” One hand frees itself and brushes a lock of hair behind your ear, pausing there as he smiles softly. “I will gift you a new piece of Raymond to spend time with every day. Starting with that fucking hand he touched you with.”