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My Personal Savior

Chapter 3- Reunion in Ruin

Raven followed Negan deeper into the Sanctuary, her boots echoing softly against the concrete floor. The air inside was cooler than outside, carrying the faint scent of oil, metal, and something like old smoke. The building felt alive — voices murmuring behind doors, footsteps on catwalks above, the distant clang of machinery. Even with her hood up, she could feel eyes on her. Curious. Suspicious. Measuring. Negan walked ahead with the easy swagger of someone who owned every inch of the place. Lucille rested on his shoulder, the barbed wire catching the dim light as he moved. His silhouette was unmistakable — tall, broad‑shouldered, confident in a way that hadn’t changed since the world fell apart. But there was something else beneath it now. A hardness. A weight. A shadow she didn’t remember. Raven kept her gaze low, fingers brushing the necklace at her throat. The metal was warm from her skin, grounding her in a moment that felt unreal. He’s alive. He’s right here. He’s real. But she couldn’t reveal herself yet. Not in front of all these people. Not when she didn’t know who he had become. Negan glanced back at her as they walked, his eyes narrowing slightly. Something about her tugged at him — the way she moved, the way she held herself, the quiet strength in her voice. And that necklace. He tried not to stare at it, but his eyes kept drifting back. It was the same one he had given Raven years ago. The same one she used to fiddle with when she was nervous. But he pushed the thought aside. It couldn’t be her. Raven was… gone. Or so he had convinced himself. Still, the familiarity gnawed at him. Negan stopped in front of a heavy metal door and pushed it open. His room was dimly lit, surprisingly tidy, and unmistakably his — leather jacket draped over a chair, a few old-world trinkets on a shelf, and a map of the region pinned to the wall with notes scribbled in red marker. He stepped inside and turned to face her fully for the first time. “Alright,” he said, voice low and curious. “You wanted a private chat with the big bad wolf himself. Here we are.” He leaned against the table, arms crossed, Lucille resting beside him. “Now tell me…” His eyes flicked to the necklace again. “…what exactly do you want to know?” Raven stepped inside slowly, lowering her hood but keeping her gaze down. Her heart hammered against her ribs, loud enough she was sure he could hear it. Being this close to him again, hearing his voice, seeing the familiar tilt of his smile, it was almost too much. Memories crashed over her in waves: Negan teaching her how to cook pasta without burning it, Lucille laughing as Raven tried on one of her scarves, Slow dancing in the kitchen after a nightmare, the day they got matching tattoos, the moment she left, heartbreaking, because she didn’t want to be a burden. She swallowed hard.

“I just…” Her voice caught. She steadied herself. “I need to know the rules. What you expect. What’s allowed. What isn’t? I don’t want to step out of line.” Negan raised a brow, amused but intrigued. “Most people are scared shitless to even look me in the eye,” he said. “But you? You walk in here asking for a one‑on‑one like it’s nothing.” He tilted his head, studying her more closely. “You’re either brave…” His eyes narrowed. “…or you’ve got a damn interesting story.” Raven’s fingers tightened around the necklace. If she lifted her head, if he saw her eyes, he would know. He always knew. But she wasn’t ready. Not yet. Not until she understood who he had become.

The door clicked shut behind them, sealing out the noise of the Sanctuary. The sudden quiet felt heavy, almost intimate, like the air itself was holding its breath. Raven stepped further into the room, her boots sinking slightly into the plush rug. The space was nothing like she expected — not the cold, utilitarian bunker she imagined, but something curated, almost elegant. A strange blend of old-world comfort and post‑apocalyptic power. Her eyes drifted over the queen‑sized bed with its immaculate gray comforter, the designer armchairs, the polished vases, the mounted pronghorn head. It was a room that belonged to a man who had rebuilt himself from the ashes — someone who refused to let the world strip him of identity. Behind her, Negan leaned casually against the doorframe, watching her with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. His presence filled the room — tall, broad‑shouldered, confident. Lucille rested against his shoulder like a silent warning, but his expression was relaxed, almost welcoming. “Ladies first,” he’d said, and she had stepped inside without hesitation.

Now, with her back to him, Raven slipped off her backpack and set it beside the couch. Her fingers trembled slightly — not from fear, but from the weight of what she was about to do. She shrugged off her leather jacket, draping it over the back of the couch. The air touched her bare arms, cool against the scars and tattoos that mapped her history. She stretched her shoulders, letting the tension ease from her muscles. “Oh, your room is very nice,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. “Feels good to let my skin breathe. I never take my jacket off.” Negan’s eyes sharpened. He hadn’t expected her to remove it — not so quickly, not so casually. Most newcomers kept their layers on, guarded, wary. But this woman… she was different. Comfortable in danger. Comfortable with him. Or at least pretending to be.

His gaze drifted over the tattoos on her arms — intricate lines, symbols, pieces of a story he didn’t yet know. And then he saw it. The tattoo. The one on her forearm. The one he knew by heart. His breath caught — just for a second. Barely noticeable. But it was enough. He pushed off the doorframe, taking a slow step forward, his boots thudding softly against the floor. “Well, well…” he murmured, voice lower now, curiosity sharpening into something else. “That’s a hell of a tattoo you’ve got there.” Raven’s heart hammered. She kept her gaze down, pretending to admire the ink, pretending she didn’t feel his eyes burning into her. She knew the moment was coming — the moment he would see her, really see her. Negan took another step closer. “That design…” he continued, his voice quieter, almost thoughtful. “Looks real damn familiar.” Raven swallowed hard. She lifted her head — just enough for him to see her profile, the curve of her cheek, the line of her jaw.

Negan froze. His eyes widened, the grin slipping from his face as recognition slammed into him like a physical force. His breath hitched, and for the first time since she’d arrived, the mask of the Sanctuary’s leader cracked. “…Raven?” Her name left his lips like a memory he never expected to speak again — soft, disbelieving, almost reverent. Raven turned fully toward him, her icy blue eyes meeting his. The room went silent. Negan stared at her, stunned, his expression shifting through shock, disbelief, and something dangerously close to relief. “Holy shit…” he whispered. “It’s really you.”

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My Personal Savior

Chapter 4- Reliving the Past

Raven stepped out into the hall, her boots echoing softly on the concrete. She felt strangely exposed without her jacket — the scars, the tattoos, the history written across her skin — but Negan’s presence at her back steadied her more than she expected. He fell into step beside her, Lucille resting casually on his shoulder again. But the way he carried her now was different — not as a threat, not as a warning, but as a habit. A piece of the man he had become. “You’ll like the room,” he said as they walked. “It’s not the Ritz, but it’s clean, it’s safe, and the mattress doesn’t feel like sleeping on a damn rock.” Raven let out a soft laugh. “That’s already better than anything I’ve had in years.”

Negan glanced sideways at her, his expression softening. “Yeah… I figured.” They passed a few Saviors in the hall — some nodded respectfully, others stared with curiosity. Raven kept her chin up, her posture steady, refusing to shrink under their eyes. Negan noticed. “You don’t have to worry about anyone here,” he said quietly, his voice dropping just enough that only she could hear. “People know the rules. And they know what happens when someone breaks them.” She nodded. “Good. I’m tired of looking over my shoulder.” Negan stopped in front of a door near the end of the hall. He pulled a key from his pocket, unlocked it, and pushed it open.

Inside was a small but clean room, a bed with fresh sheets, a dresser, a small table, and a lamp that actually worked. There was even a folded towel and a bar of soap waiting on the bed. Raven stepped inside slowly, taking it in. It wasn’t much, but to her, it felt like a palace. Negan leaned against the doorframe, watching her reaction with a quiet satisfaction he didn’t bother hiding. “You’ll be safe here,” he said. “No one comes in without your say‑so. And if anyone even thinks about causing trouble…” He tapped Lucille lightly against his shoulder. “Well. You know how I handle that.”

Raven turned to him, her expression soft but serious. “Thank you, Negan. Really.” He shrugged, but his eyes warmed. “You’re home now, Raven. Least I can do.” She hesitated, then added, “And… dinner later? Like old times?” His grin returned, brighter this time. “You bet your ass. I’ll come get you when everything’s squared away.” He stepped back into the hall, but paused before closing the door. “And Raven?” She looked up. “I’m damn glad you’re here.” The door clicked shut, leaving her alone in the quiet room — the first safe space she’d had in years.

Raven’s question hung in the air, soft but edged with something she didn’t quite recognize in herself — a flicker of jealousy, confusion, maybe even hurt. She had only just reunited with Negan, and already someone else had his attention. Someone who could pull a smile from him instantly.

Negan’s demeanor shifted the moment he saw the blonde woman approaching. His shoulders relaxed, his irritation melted, and that trademark grin — the one Raven remembered from years ago — spread across his face as it belonged to her. But it didn’t. Not anymore.

The woman strutted toward them with practiced confidence, heels clicking sharply against the concrete floor. Her blonde hair was curled and glossy, her black dress hugging her figure in a way that made it clear she wasn’t just any resident. She carried herself like someone who knew she had a place here — a place close to Negan. Raven slowed her steps, her icy blue eyes narrowing slightly as she watched the interaction unfold. “Negan!” the woman called again, her voice bright, almost flirtatious. Negan’s grin widened. “Well, hello.” Raven blinked. Hello? That tone. That smile. That shift in his posture. Her stomach tightened. She leaned closer to him, her voice low but steady. “Umm… Negan, who’s that?”

Her question wasn’t accusatory — just confused. But there was a softness in her tone that betrayed something deeper. She didn’t understand why this woman could pull such an easy reaction from him. She didn’t understand why it bothered her. Negan glanced at Raven, then back at the blonde woman, then back at Raven again — as if suddenly aware of the tension between the two. He cleared his throat, shifting Lucille on his shoulder. “That,” he said, voice casual but with a hint of hesitation, “is one of my wives.” Raven’s breath caught.

Wives? Plural?

Her eyes widened slightly, but she kept her expression controlled. She didn’t want to show how much the word hit her. She didn’t want to show that it stung. Negan noticed anyway. He always noticed.

The blonde woman reached them, smiling brightly at Negan before giving Raven a quick, dismissive glance — the kind of look someone gives when they’re sizing up competition. Raven straightened her posture, shoulders back, chin lifted. She didn’t say a word, but her presence sharpened. She wasn’t intimidated. She wasn’t backing down. She had survived too much to shrink under anyone’s gaze.

Negan stepped slightly between them, not protectively, but instinctively — as if trying to manage two different worlds colliding. “Everything alright?” the blonde asked, her hand brushing Negan’s arm with familiarity. Raven’s jaw tightened. Negan gave a small, forced laugh. “Peachy. Just giving our new guest the grand tour.” The blonde’s eyes flicked to Raven again, this time with more interest — and more suspicion. Raven met her gaze head‑on, unblinking.

Negan felt the tension thickening between them and quickly stepped in. “Why don’t you go on ahead?” he said to the blonde. “I’ll catch up.” She hesitated — clearly not used to being dismissed — but eventually nodded and walked away, heels echoing down the hall. Negan exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah,” he muttered, “that’s… a long story.” Raven crossed her arms, her expression unreadable. “Wives, huh?” Negan winced. “Yeah. About that…” Raven didn’t snap. She didn’t accuse. She didn’t cry. She simply looked at him — really looked at him — with a mixture of hurt, confusion, and something he couldn’t quite name.

“Negan,” she said softly, “what happened to you after I left?”

Her voice wasn’t angry. It wasn’t judgmental. It was… sad.

And that sadness hit him harder than any weapon ever could.

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My Personal Savior

Chapter 2- Finding Sanctuary

Raven packed her camp with the quiet efficiency of someone who had been alone far too long. The woods had kept her alive, but they had also kept her awake, every rustle a threat, every shadow a reminder of the nightmares that waited behind her eyelids. She pulled her hood up, slung her backpack over her shoulders, and adjusted the crossbow strapped to her back. Her fingers curled around the necklace at her throat, the last piece of her old life, the last piece of him.

Negan.

The man who had once given her a home. A place to breathe. A reason to believe she mattered. She didn’t know if he was alive. She didn’t know if Lucille had survived. But she walked anyway, because the alternative was giving up, and Raven had never been good at that.

The road stretched endlessly ahead of her, cracked asphalt and scattered debris. She walked with her head down, boots crunching over gravel, her mind drifting to the tattoo on her arm, the one she and Negan had gotten together. She traced the ink with her thumb, remembering the warmth of that day, the laughter, the way Lucille had teased them both. Sometimes, when exhaustion blurred the edges of her vision, she swore she saw him, a silhouette in the distance, a familiar stance, a ghost of the man who once saved her. But it was always just her mind playing tricks. Sleep deprivation did that. Still, she kept walking. For him. For the memory of who she had been when she was with him.

The factory-like structure rose from the horizon like a fortress, with tall fences, guard towers, and the unmistakable hum of a community that had survived longer than most. Raven’s grip tightened on her knife as she approached the gate. She scanned every shadow, every movement. She had learned the hard way that people were often more dangerous than the dead. She paused at the gate, heart pounding. The photo tucked in her pocket, the one Lucille had taken of her and Negan, felt heavier than her pack.

If he’s here… if he’s alive…

She swallowed hard.

Please let him be alive.

Negan sat in his makeshift office, Lucille’s handle resting loosely in his hand. The room was dim, lit by a single lamp that cast long shadows across the concrete walls. Gavin sat across from him, shifting nervously under Negan’s stare. Negan’s voice was low, dangerous. “We need those supplies, Gavin. Ezekiel delivers what he promised, or I visit him. Again.” Gavin nodded quickly, eyes flicking to the bat. “Understood, boss.” Negan leaned back, leather jacket creaking. His mind drifted, not to Ezekiel, not to the Saviors, but to a girl he hadn’t seen since before the world ended.

Raven.

He wondered if she’d survived. If she’d found shelter. If she’d found anyone who treated her the way she deserved. He doubted it. Not because she was weak, she was anything but, but because the world was cruel, and even the strongest fighters eventually met their match. His fingers brushed the tattoo hidden beneath his sleeve. A small smile tugged at his lips. Then his walkie crackled.

“Negan, we’ve got a lone woman approaching the gate. Armed. Looks like she’s been on her own a while.”

A lone woman. Armed. On foot.

His heart kicked hard against his ribs.“On my way,” he growled.

Arat stood at the front of the group, gun lowered but ready. The other Saviors formed a wall behind her, weapons raised. Raven stopped a few feet from the gate, breathing steady, eyes sharp. She didn’t flinch at the sight of the guns. She’d seen worse. Arat studied her, the crossbow, the knife, the exhaustion etched into her face. “Who are you,” Arat demanded, “and what’s your business here?” Raven lifted her chin, fingers brushing the necklace at her throat. Her voice was steady, but her heart hammered. “My name is Raven,” she said. “And I’m looking for someone.”

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My Personal Savior

Chapter 1- Negan and Raven Meeting

(Post-apocalypse)

Raven grew up in a house where love was absent, and cruelty was routine. Her parents didn’t nurture her or guide her; they barely acknowledged her, except to tear her down. She learned early that she was on her own, that the people who were supposed to protect her were the ones she needed protection from. School wasn’t any kinder. She was bullied, isolated, and constantly reminded that she didn’t belong anywhere. By her senior year, the weight of it all became unbearable, and she dropped out. It wasn’t weakness, it was survival.

With no one to rely on, Raven turned to self‑defense. She trained in martial arts, practiced with knives, and learned to use a crossbow. She wasn’t trying to be a warrior; she was trying to stay alive. A job at a tattoo parlor gave her a place to exist without being judged. She learned to draw, to ink, to create something beautiful in a life that had offered her very little beauty.

At eighteen, Raven was homeless. She drifted between the streets and temporary places to stay, leaving whenever things became unsafe or unstable. She saved every dollar she could, hoping one day to build a life that belonged to her. But the world had other plans. Everything changed the day Negan Smith found her. He didn’t look at her with pity; he saw someone who needed a chance. He and his wife, Lucille, opened their home to her, offering warmth she had never known. For the first time, Raven experienced: a real meal, a safe place to sleep, and people who cared whether she woke up in the morning.

Negan cooked for them. Lucille listened to her. They laughed together. They danced in the living room. They became the closest thing to family Raven had ever known. Negan even gave her a necklace, something small, but meaningful. A reminder that she mattered to someone. But when Lucille’s illness worsened, Raven felt like an intruder in a grief she didn’t want to complicate. She left quietly, believing it was the right thing to do.

Weeks later, the world collapsed. Walkers filled the streets. Chaos spread faster than understanding. Raven returned home only to find her parents unchanged, still lost in their addictions, still oblivious to everything around them. In the chaos that followed, Raven defended herself against the danger inside her home and the danger outside it. She gathered supplies, grabbed her father’s old bat, and walked away from the life that had never protected her. She didn’t look back.

The apocalypse hardened her further. She trusted no one. She traveled alone, relying on her training and instincts. When she encountered dangerous people, she defended herself with the same fierce determination that had kept her alive her whole life.

Every choice she made was about survival. Every step forward was a refusal to be broken.

Despite everything, one question lingered in her mind: Was Negan still alive?

He had been the only person who ever showed her kindness. The only one who made her feel seen. As the world fell apart, the memory of that kindness became a compass guiding her through the ruins.

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My Personal Savior

Chapter 19- New Caretaker

Meanwhile, a few people were gathered near Daryl's kitchen window. Two women and a man. It wasn't that they were doing anything strange; they were just gossiping to one another in the privacy of that area. The only problem was who they were gossiping about. One of the women shook her head, her eyes glancing in the direction of Negan's cell before looking back to her group. "I don't know why they put that bastard back in that cell. They should have hung him as Maggie did to Gregory. It's only a matter of time until he gets out again." The second woman stirred around a little where she stood before deciding to respond, "He didn't kill anybody when he escaped. He just ran." "The only reason he didn't kill someone was that he didn't want to get caught. What? Are you eating the bullshit Gabe talked about? That he could change? .. Well, he sure showed Gabriel, huh? Besides, no child murderer is ever going to be a good man." The man snarled, his gaze filled with hatred. It seemed that if he had the chance, he'd kill Negan himself. At least, that's what he told everyone. In reality, he'd be far too afraid to. "I thought he didn't kill kids." The second woman spoke up again, furrowing her brows. She remembered the day Negan entered Alexandria. She was standing nearby when Negan told Raven about his rule against killing women and children. The man scoffed, a scowl enveloping his face, "Doesn't kill kids. Tell that to the kid from the Kingdom. She was only sixteen years old, and she came home torn to shreds in a wooden box. And remember Oceanside? Took a trip over there recently, and they told me that Negan killed all of their men. Anyone ten years old and up. Still think he doesn't kill kids?"

Raven kept making Negan food she heard the conversation she stopped what she doing slowly once she heard what they were talking bout she thinks bout that day Negan told her about the rules about killing women and children she sighed and grabbed a tray after they finished talking she had her knives in her in case she grabs the food putting it on the tray and walks towards the front door she holds the tray with one arm as she opens and closes the door behind her she looks around seeing the gossiping nannies are gone. She walks towards the house with the cell, and she sees the door she needs to go down to open to get to the cell. She opens the door and closes it behind her. She walks down the stairs slowly and sees the cell she was in not too long ago. She gets flashes of memories as she stands there. She is in a daze as she sees flashes of memories.

Negan was lying on the cot, his brown eyes staring at the ceiling above him. He was repeatedly tossing a rubber ball up in the air and catching it again in the same hand, trying to entertain himself so he wouldn't be alone with his thoughts. Every time it was quiet, and he didn't have anything to occupy him, his mind would drift back to the things he had done. The faces of the people he had killed and their mourning friends and family would return in an instant. Luckily, the ball and his books kept him from experiencing it sometimes. When he heard someone open the door, he caught the ball for the last time before turning his gaze to see who the visitor was. At first, he thought it was Gabriel coming to scold him, but when he saw it was Raven, a smile instantly appeared on his lips, before he moved to sit up. Negan set the rubber ball down on the mattress next to him before rising onto his feet and walking up to the bars. "Hey-" He began to speak, but it trailed off as he noticed the look in her eye. Negan's smile slowly faded from his lips, his happiness being traded for concern. "Raven? You okay?" His gravelly voice called out.

Raven blinks and shakes her head, looks into his eyes, and smiles softly. "I'm fine, Negan, sorry, just a flashback from when I was in this cell. I brought you something to eat. I'm going to be your caretaker from now on, but if I'm not taking care of you, Negan, please try not to get under people's skins and just behave, okay? I put in a good word for you, Daryl, to talk to the council. I doubt they will let you out. Especially when I heard something about you, Negan... I thought you never killed kids, Negan? I hear people talking about how you killed a 16-year-old girl. Or what about the men at Oceanside, especially the boys, they're just leaving the women." She says softly as she sets the tray down, sliding it under the cell so he can eat the food she made him. She didn't want to believe what these people said about him. She would believe Negan first, especially with her not trusting anybody but him and Daryl, so she had to hear from Negan what he would say about this incident about this girl being killed.

Negan relaxed a little when she said that she was okay, but he was still worried about her. He wished he could go over, hug her, and offer comfort, but he couldn't. Not behind bars. Negan's smile returned after a moment as she continued talking. "Thank you. Let me guess, opal-eye doesn't like me now or something?" He joked. He didn't mind the change. He couldn't be happier about it. Although he felt guilty knowing she had to take time out of her day to care for him. At her request, he gave a soft scoff of amusement, looking to the ground for a brief moment before coming back to her. "I'll try. Can't make any promises, but I'll try. And Daryl is talking to the council? The guy hates my guts." Negan reached down to take the tray as she slid it over, but froze in place as he heard what she said last. His eyes grew distant for a moment, a brief flash of the dead girl resurfacing in his mind. His cheerful expression had melted into pain and grief in an instant. Negan released a sigh, taking a seat on the floor in front of the tray. The cold of the concrete stung his skin through his clothes at first, but he relaxed once again soon after.

He lifted his head to look up at her, his eyes meeting hers. "I don't. I never have and I never will. Someone else killed her, and I got the blame. When The Sanctuary was just starting up, we met a group. Some refugees from Hollowbrant Outreach. We had them work for us. They go out and get supplies, and we take fifty percent of their shit. The usual. When they started getting antsy, I made the mistake of letting Simon handle it. He told me he saw red. He ordered all of their men to be killed. Ten and up. They ripped kids from people's arms and shot them dead in front of their families. I had no idea. When they got back, I made sure that everyone knew that shit like that was never gonna happen again. I didn't want my people to kill defenseless kids. But one man didn't get the message. We called him the Croat. Extremely loyal, but even more psychotic. We came across a kid just a couple of miles away from the Sanctuary. We thought she was just a drifter. Nothing to do with us or anything we were doing. So I gave a direct order, let her walk. The Croat.. He saw it differently. Thought she had beans to spill, and he was right. She was a scout from the Kingdom. At least, that's what she copped up to before. Before he, uh.." His eyes lowered a little, his expression full of grief. He hated what happened to the poor girl. She didn't deserve it. Negan wished that the Croat had just listened to him, regardless of whether she was a scout or not. "She was just a kid. She probably wasn't a scout in the first place. Maybe she was just trying to tell him what he wanted to hear so he would let her go. After that, I knew that he was a rabid dog that needed to be put down, but I missed it. He ran off like the damn coward that he was, but maybe karma caught up to him."

Raven stood there listening to him. She looked down at the ground, shook her head, and sighed, "I get you missed when Croat escaped, but why the hell would you keep Simon alive that whole time after what he's done? But look, I'm glad I got your side of it. And yes Daryl hates you but he knows we are together and he does anything for me he sees you make me happy and that we love each other but he will kill you if you hurt me but I know you wouldn't hurt me because I told Daryl it was your idea on coming back after you went to the Sanctuary he also knows that you are changing and you regret everything you have done. And I told him you will behave and not tease anyone who comes down here to take care of you. Daryl is allowing me to take care of you, but he would tell anyone that we are together. Don't worry bout me taking my time to take care of you. I offered to take care of you, and I want this to be the only way we can spend time together and see each other." She says as she sits on the floor in front of the cell.

"I ask myself the same damn question a lot. I should have put him down." He spoke before releasing a sigh to follow. He had made a lot of decisions he regretted. His time in this cell only made him realize just how many he had made, and they haunted him constantly. Negan gave a nod of acknowledgment as he listened to her speak about Daryl, before grinning a little with amusement when she told him of Daryl's threat. He would never pose any harm to her. He just found it funny that he had been right. Of course, he'd expect no less from her big brother. Although he was a little surprised that Daryl seemed to be so calm about their relationship. Even if Raven told him that Negan was changing his ways, he wasn't too sure that Daryl would believe her. He sat in silence as he thought for a moment before eventually speaking up. "So, he's trying to help, but only because you want him to, not because he likes me. Still, see that as a win. I am trying to be better. I admit, I don't think I've gotten far, but I am trying. And if you're sure, then alright, but if it ever gets to be too much, then see if you can get the Cyclops- I mean, Gabriel, to help." He spoke.

Raven looks at him and rolls her eyes and shakes her head at his comment "Look I know you're trying and you're being yourself like always but Daryl knows something I told him we need all the help we can get but I don't need you to worry bout me Negan but like I said we need all the help we can get with this group I mentioned to Daryl I didn't say anything before because I didn't think they come back or if they were still out there. But you should know there is a group out there that uses walker hordes to get around. They use Walker skin as a mask, and I've seen them, and it's a lot like Negan." She says as she starts explaining to Negan what she told Daryl

Negan's brows raised as he heard her talk about the group; his eyes were full of concern. Whoever these people were that she spoke of, they didn't sound like a group to be messed with. Not if they wanted to keep their heads. After a moment of letting the information sink in, Negan spoke up. "And here I thought I messed up shit. Wearing dead people's faces? That's a whole new level of psychopath. Sounds like someone watched Chainsaw Massacre one too many times, but if it gets the job done, I get it." He shrugged before looking over to her, his brown eyes meeting her blue. "Are you sure they're gonna let me help? I mean, I'd like nothing more than to put a few Leatherface-wannabes in their place, but I doubt the old knights of the round table are gonna let me," He gestured to his left, where the meeting room was. It was practically right outside his window, just on the other side of the street. On a good day, he could hear every single thing they said there. It was another form of entertainment for him. The only problem was that every single time, he had to hear someone suggest killing him. Soon after he gestured, he began to speak again, "If they do let me help, I bet I'll be the bait."

Raven shrugs her shoulder and sighs "I don't know Negan but Daryl knows that if they let you out to help everyone in all the communities want to kill you and I told Daryl I will do anything to protect you even if that means protecting you with my life and I mean Negan I would jump in front of you to protect you no matter what it takes but if they do let you help they will keep a close eye on you to make sure you don't betray them. But it's up to you how you act and what you do from here on out. You got it?" She questions him as she looks him in his eyes, dead serious. She doesn't want him to die or anyone to try to kill him, but she will kill or hurt someone if they try anything with him.

Negan took on a concerned look again when she mentioned sacrificing herself. He didn't like the idea of her risking her life to save his own. "If shit hits the fan, I'll handle it, okay? I don't want you to die because of me. I wouldn't be able to live with that. I could barely take losing one woman I loved. I couldn't take losing another." He spoke, a pleading look in his eyes. Deep down, Negan knew what he said probably wouldn't stop her, but he decided to speak his piece anyway. If she ever died saving him, there's be two possible outcomes from it. Both horrible. Either he would die trying to get revenge, or he'd kill the person and eventually become an even worse villain than he was before. If losing the woman he loved affected him so badly the first time, one could only imagine how it would affect him the second time. Negan was pulled away from his thoughts as he listened to the rest of what she said. He still had high doubts they'd let him go, but she still seemed to have hope. When she asked him the question, he sat in silence for a little while before releasing a sigh. Negan nodded his head. "I know. And I'm not gonna betray anybody. I know a man's word is worthless nowadays, but I'm not gonna do anything to these people. Not unless they give me a reason to." He promised her, his tone sincere.

Outside the window, small footsteps could be heard trying to sneak over. Whoever it was wanted to listen in on the conversation that was taking place. Negan didn't seem all too worried, though. He recognized those footsteps from anywhere. "If you're gonna sneak up on someone, Miss Grimes, it's the blade of your foot and then roll inwards. Not heel to toe. It's too loud. I could hear you from a mile away." Negan spoke up, momentarily breaking his gaze from Raven to glance at the window. A soft sigh could be heard outside before all fell silent. "I know you're still out there," Negan spoke again, his tone playful but firm. "Fine, I'm going," Judith spoke, exasperation in her tone. Although reluctant, she began to walk away, leaving them to their conversation. "If we're gonna keep talking about this, we might wanna be quieter in case the little lady hears. Unless you don't mind. I usually tell the kid everything anyway." He spoke with a small smile on his face at the thought of Judith. He liked her. She reminded him a lot of Carl sometimes.

Raven looks into his eyes, smiles softly, and nods, "Good, I don't want to lose you again, Negan. I have you in life again, it may not be the way we want it, but you're safer in here than out there, and I'm willing to make sure nothing happens to either of us. Even Daryl would make sure I didn't do anything stupid, but I even told myself to sacrifice myself for him, too. I love you, Negan, with all of my soul. I know you would hate it if something bad happened to me, but you know I can handle myself." She says as she grabs the bars of the cell and looks at him with her icy blue eyes. Raven hears the footsteps, too. She glances at the window. "That's Judith, oh wow, look how she grew. The last time I saw her, she was still a toddler. She likes you, Negan. I can tell she doesn't seem like a monster like everyone else does, but I don't mind. Daryl doesn't like the idea of her talking to you or helping her with her math homework; he even questions how a gym teacher would know math, but I told him that you are smart and you just want to help..." she says

Negan smiled a little more, gently placing his hand atop hers as she held the bars. The skin on his palms was rough and scratchy from the calluses he earned from using the baseball bat for so long. "I love you, too. I always will. I don't want to lose you either, and I will do anything I can to keep it from happening." When she spoke of Judith, he couldn't help but chuckle a little. "Yeah, she's a good kid. She's a lot like her brother. She told me the reason she likes me is that I'm the only one who doesn't treat her like a kid. I treat her like an equal, like a friend, and I'm willing to be honest with her." He spoke, still smiling. Negan was so proud and protective of the kid, even though she wasn't even remotely his. Negan scoffed when he heard about Daryl's opinion. "Of course, he doesn't like it. He doesn't like anything I do. I mean, I got it before, but now? I could save the damn world, and he'd still give me that stink eye of his." He joked a bit. He was silent for a few moments before he spoke again. "But yeah, Judith has grown a lot. Give it a few years, and she'll be as big as Carl. Wait, they let you see her when she was a toddler?" He asked, tilting his head a bit out of curiosity. He had forgotten that he had passed by the cell window when he was holding the tiny Judith in his arms.

Raven looks at him, holding his hand, and shakes her head, "No, Negan, I saw you holding her through the cell window. I couldn't stop smiling. See how happy you were just to hold her. I know how great kids are, I just never saw it before. I know you have always wanted kids. I know you were trying with Lucille until she got sick. I'm sorry, Negan, just seeing you holding the baby made me think how it would've been if you did have kids with Lucille. But in my opinion, I don't think it is smart to have kids in this world. Carl told me what he had to do for his mom when she gave birth to Judith. The risks it would take are either the baby doesn't survive childbirth, or even this world or the mother and the baby die during childbirth. I thought I had kids for a short time when I was younger, but I know how mentally unable I am. I wouldn't be able to take care of myself, let alone a baby." She says as she sighs, looking down and leaning her head against the bars. If she had kids, she would be a better mom than her mother and father combined. I wouldn't let my child suffer like she suffered, no matter what. She hasn't even had sex in a long time. She technically never had proper sex; it was always forced upon her, and she never enjoyed it, so she wouldn't know how to properly have sex or know what it's supposed to be when she's in a loving relationship, not an abusive one.

Negan laughed a little, a smile on his face. "Oh. Yeah, she was the sweetest baby I had ever seen. She was like a little cherub sitting in that room. I couldn't help it, I had to hold her. The kid had never even seen me before, and she snuggled right up to me and fell asleep in my arms. Talk about baby fever. I almost took her back with me to the Sanctuary." He joked at the last bit. Even though he said it playfully, he meant every word. If he hadn't had his morals, then he would have taken her back home to raise as his daughter. When Raven spoke of the dangers of having a kid, Negan's smile faded away. He knew the risks, and it worried him a lot, but he couldn't help it. He always wanted to have a kid, and he still did, but if it never happened, then he'd just have to be fine with that. Negan's brows furrowed ever so slightly as he heard what she said. "Raven, stop selling yourself short. You'd be a wonderful mother. I can only imagine how spoiled and loved that kid would be with how sweet you are. But if you don't want kids, it's okay. I understand." He spoke softly, a reassuring smile appearing on his lips. Negan reached his free hand through the bars, gently running his fingers through her hair.

Raven looks into his eyes, blushing that he would want to have a kid with her. "Wait, you would want to have a kid with me? I mean, I never really thought of a future like that, but that sounds nice if we didn't deal with a world like this. But I just want to have it where you're not in a cell, and we are safe and not worried about being in danger anymore. I know with walkers, there is always danger, but I'm talking about dangerous groups. And you would be an amazing father. You wouldn't let our kid be in danger for any reason. I just want a normal life like before the apocalypse, but we probably wouldn't ever get that." She says as she leans her head towards his hand, puts her hand on top of his hand, and looks into his eyes.

Negan's eyes widened, caught a little off guard by the question. That is exactly what he meant, but it was still a bit embarrassing to be called out on. He chuckled a little, looking down as a smile appeared on his lips, before putting his eyes on her again. "Well, since you asked the question, yeah. Yeah, I would. Again, it's fine if you don't want kids." He didn't want her to feel like she had to. Even though it was a dream of his, he wouldn't ever try to force it on her. She deserved to have that choice. He nodded a little as he listened to her speak. "Hey, I want out of here, too, but Michonne hates me. I have tried to talk to her and connect with her, but it only makes matters worse. And yeah, there's that too, but hey, these communities survived my army. I'm sure they can kill some walker-wannabes." Upon the compliment, he couldn't help but smile. He hoped that if he ever could become a dad, he'd be a good one. However, after all the things Negan had done, he was a little worried that he might teach the kid wrong. "Thank you. I'd do my best to be a good dad. And that kid would never get out of my sight. I'd be right there, constantly watching over them like a hawk. I want a normal life too. Hell, I'd love to be a gym teacher again, or just work with kids in general." He continued to gently play with her hair as he spoke, before smiling softly as she placed her hand upon his.

Raven looks into his eyes and smiles, "You know I would love to have kids, but this world is so fucked. I mean, I'm surprised that Judith is alive and healthy and happy, but for other kids, I've seen it's not good, but knowing us, we will teach our kids how to survive and defend themselves against anything. But I do have to say I don't think it will be anytime soon that we will have kids Negan, especially with the fact that it's kind of embarrassing I don't want to tell you.... and it's hard for me to explain or talk bout but we are together and I don't want to hide anything from you or anything because you did tell me about your wives and that you had needs and well I haven't had anybody to fulfill my needs even though everything I know about sex is basically being forced to do it no love it and anytime I was forced to do anything sexually I just went numb and just let it happen." She says as she looks into his eyes, dead serious and not wanting to be funny right now. Negan smiled when she said she'd want kids. Maybe he'd get to be a dad, after all. When he heard her say 'but,' his smile wavered a little. It looked like he had gotten his hopes up too soon. He should have known there was gonna be a condition or some kind of wake-up call. He knew it was by some miracle that Judith was still around and alive. Not to mention, actively thriving in this world. She was quickly proving to be a really strong kid. That's why he liked her. She gave him hope. However, his smile returned to its former glory as he listened to the rest of what she said. "That'd be the meanest little fighter anyone could come across." He smirked before glancing around at the cell after what she said next. "And yeah, I think I caught that." He joked, thinking she meant because he was locked away. However, after he saw her expression, he quickly became serious, aware that the conversation's mood was about to shift. He sat in silence as he listened, frowning as he was reminded of what she had been through. "I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have had to go through that. No one should. There was a rapist in the Sanctuary. One of the only kills I don't regret at all."

Raven looks into his eyes and sighs, "I'm just glad I killed my parents when all this started. I just wish I were able to kill my ex-boyfriend and my father's friends who used me as well, but I have to deal with what I could do at the time. I'm just glad you don't tolerate that at all. If I were in your position, I would've tortured the rapist right in front of everyone, well, not the children, of course, but you know what I mean. By the way, I'm going to be living with Daryl, so a few doors down from the cell." She says

Negan met her gaze, beginning to gently play with her hair again in an attempt to offer her comfort. "Well, I'm sure those assholes got what they deserved. Probably torn to ribbons by the dead. Maybe even got their nuts chopped off by one, who knows? .. Damn, I would have paid anything to have seen that shit. You know, that's what I should have done to David. Instead of stabbing him in the neck, I should have taken him to the fence for a little meet-and-greet." Negan couldn't help but crack a smile at his joke, but it quickly faded as he remembered how serious their conversation was earlier. He wasn't trying to make fun of her in any way; he was just trying to lighten the mood. After what she said about Daryl, he nodded a little. "Well, that's good. Are they not going to let you have the house above me, or do you not know?" He asked.

Raven looks at him and shakes her head as she slightly giggles, "I don't know yet. I suggested it to Daryl while we were talking, but he said I can stay with him until he knows what the council will say. I don't even know who is on the council. I know Daryl is, but I'm assuming it's a lot of people. I just hope they are okay with me doing this and living in Alexander. I told Daryl I'm willing to help anyway I can, especially by going out and looking for supplies. I even told Daryl that he and I could go on a motorcycle ride like when we were kids. But believe me, Negan, if I could, I would take you with us on the motorcycle ride. I know how much you loved your motorcycle before all this happened." She leans closer to the cell bars.

Negan smiled when she laughed a little at his joke. He was relieved knowing he had brought her amusement, even if it was small. Negan nodded at what she said. Even if things turned out so that she didn't get the house she wanted originally, at least she still had a roof above her head. "There's Gabriel, Laura, Daryl, Michonne, Aaron, Nora, and Kyle. I think that the doctor is there too. Siddiq, I'm pretty sure." He spoke. He had been listening in on their meetings for so long that he had learned all of them by name. "With that little show we did, I'm sure they're fine with you staying in here. Well, actually, after that shit with Michonne's friend, it's hard to say, but I still think that earned you some brownie points." When she spoke of the motorcycle, his smile grew before he chuckled. "Oh, I'm sure Daryl would love to drag me along. All I'd need to do is wrap some chain around my ankles and hand him the other end." He joked, before his tone became a little more serious, "I still miss that bike. I used to drive that thing everywhere."

Raven shakes her head as she slightly giggles and playfully pushes him through the bar with his joke. She smiles, holds his hand, and kisses his hand. "I know you miss your bike. Maybe when you get out of here, we can share a bike, or I can find you one. I asked Daryl if he could teach me how to fix up a car or motorcycle. I always wanted to learn that it's one of the best skills you can have in the apocalypse. I just think people here wouldn't like me because at some point they knew who I was when they saw me when I was here with you, or as a prisoner, so they might not like who I am or that I was associated with you." She says

Negan smirked upon the shove, sitting upright again soon after. When she kissed him on the hand, his smirk shifted into a smile. Negan loved her so much. He didn't know why he had waited to date her. "I'll be fine with sharing. I don't want you to fret your pretty little head trying to find me something out there. I know how hard that shit is. Most of my men had to carpool because of how damn difficult it was to find working cars. Who knows? Maybe you'll be the best damn mechanic that these communities have ever seen, and I'm sure you'll be fine. You brought me back. I don't think they'll see you as being associated with me after that tackle. Damn, you should have played football or joined a wrestling team in high school. You'd have knocked everyone on their ass." He joked, rubbing his lower back a little bit with his free arm. It didn't hurt too much, but it was a little sore. It wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

Raven giggles and shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Negan, I didn't mean to hurt you that badly. I mean, you are getting old, so... and I told you, Negan, I learned martial arts, like how to use weapons, hand-to-hand combat, and defend myself. So yeah, I know how to tackle it, but that is not going to stop them from getting suspicious of us. Just be glad that someone from Rick's group isn't here to kill you. I mean, I gave her the name Maggie at one point, but she's not here." She says as she looks into his eyes and watches him, how much in love she is with this man that she can finally call hers. With him being in that cell, it is a bump in their relationship, but she's not going to let anything come between them or stop them from being together.

"It's fine, I've had worse." When she called him old, his jaw dropped, putting a hand on his chest as if he had taken offense. "Well, Miss Rose, hit a man where it hurts, why don't you?" He joked, a smirk on his face. It didn't offend him; he was just joking around. Afterward, he took his hand back off his chest, letting it rest on his knee instead. He nodded at what she said, sighing. "Got a point there. And yeah, Maggie was going to. She came down here with a crowbar, only a month after I had been in here. But she decided not to because I 'was worse than dead already' and she made me go back to the cell." He spoke, meeting her gaze.

Raven looks at him, frowning, and looks at him in shock. "What?! And you didn't bother to tell me this? Why would she do that if the woman was pregnant with the man you killed?" She questions him; she didn't realize he could've been dead a month after he was in here; he would've been buried or a walker if Maggie had to kill or hurt him. She may not know the woman but she has lost her fucking shit if she would end up killing him after Rick let him live for Carl for all of us to live together and work together to survive not kill each other she was worried bout Negan now because anybody could kill him at any moment and if she wasn't around and she sees or finds him dead her heart would shatter.

Negan's smile faded as her expression changed. Of course, he couldn't exactly expect her to stay cheerful after that news. "Well, I just now got the opportunity to bring it up in a conversation. I wasn't gonna just blurt it out randomly without context. And yeah, she's the same woman. Came marching down here all red in the face and clutching that thing like it was the answer to all her problems. Michonne stopped her at the door at first, but then let her go straight in. She told me to get on my knees. And I did. This was before Gabe started coming down here to talk. I was all alone. Nothing to occupy me. Just me and my thoughts, and I just wanted out of this thing. I even tried starving myself to death at one point, but I gave up. Dead or alive, I needed out, but... Then she wouldn't. She kept wanting me to come into the light, but I didn't. I stayed there. Then she opened the door, and I thought maybe she'd bash my brains out, but nope. She dragged me out and tossed me into the wall like I was a damn rag doll. She took one look at me and decided I wasn't worth it. I begged her to, I was pleading as much as I could, but she made me go back in. Haven't seen her since..." He explained. Now, he wouldn't dream of letting something like that happen again. He'd do anything he could to stay alive. Back then, he was in love but felt like he couldn't have her. He was constantly hearing people curse his name and plead for his demise. He knew he'd never get to experience a moment outside of his cell, and he was all alone. It was just too much for him to handle at the time.

Raven looks at him in shock, and then she starts to get pissed about what Maggie did to him. She stands up and paces in front of the cell and bites her nails as she tries to calm down. "You almost died, Negan, and you... You wanted to die, why? Just so you can be rid of this life with the mistakes you have made and see Lucille again? But what about me? Did you ever think of me when you wanted to die? I'm upset with you, and I'm very pissed about Maggie almost killing you. I get it that she wanted to kill you because you killed her husband. I would do the same thing if someone killed you in front of me. But if I have to worry bout her trying to kill you at any point, I wouldn't hesitate to kill a bitch!" She yells and stops in place, standing there pissed.

Negan watched as she stood up, his lips curling into a frown. His brown eyes trailed down to look at the ground as she began to question him, a sigh escaping his lips before he eventually looked up at her again. "I did think about you. That's one of the reasons I wanted to, because I thought I couldn't be with you. I thought I was gonna grow old and rot down here by myself or go insane. I had already started seeing shit. And even though she tried to kill me, I don't want you going after her. She's got a kid now, and that kid's gonna need their mom. Besides, it was a long time ago. I haven't had any problems since."

Raven looks down and rubs her face with her hands. "Negan, I wouldn't have known you were dead. I wouldn't have known until I came back here. Even if she did have a kid, by the sound of it, she has lost her shit and is mentally unstable to be a mother. It's hard for me not to want to at least hurt her. I wouldn't kill her unless I gave in. But it breaks my heart that you could've been dead, and I would have never seen you again." She says softly, tearing up

"I realize that now, and I'm not going to do that shit anymore, okay? I don't want to die. Especially not now. And I doubt she's okay up there. From what I heard, Maggie lost her dad, her sisters, and then her husband. Also heard there was an assassination attempt on her. They knocked the stroller over and nearly killed the kid, too. So, all that rage was about to be unleashed on me that day, but she decided against it. She showed me mercy. The most I got out of it was a few bruises and scrapes, so it's fine. You may not think so, but let's just leave her be. She tries that shit again, then do whatever the hell you want, but I don't think she will." He spoke, his eyes looking up at her. He knew that she didn't want to lose him. He didn't want to lose her either. That was part of the reason he was begging her to let it go. Maggie was a good fighter, and Negan knew she would fight furiously to protect herself and her child. "Raven, I love you. I'm not going to let myself die, and I'm not going to let you do something crazy."

Raven looks up at him slowly with tears in her eyes and tears slowly falling down her cheeks. She can't stop her anger or frustration. She closes her eyes and looks down, putting her hands on her hips. "I love you too, Negan, but I'm not going to lose the one person that makes me want to keep going in this fucked up world... yes, I have Daryl but... I just don't want to lose the only two people who gave a shit about me. As I said before, Negan, I do anything for you, and that means protecting you from killers. I can tell by everyone who knows who you are and what you did wants to kill you, they're just fucking scared and cowardly to do so. I have killed a lot of people who have done me wrong. But..... fine, I'll not do anything crazy." She says softly

Negan rose onto his feet, grabbing onto the cell bars to help him stand. He was starting to feel the exhaustion from his journey to the Sanctuary, and his legs beneath him were beginning to ache. It had been a long walk to get there, and where he wasn't used to the exercise from being cooped up for so long, he was starting to feel the burn in his muscles. However, Negan ignored the pain, wanting to stand with her. "Good. Besides, I want the pretty little head of yours in one piece. It's easier to kiss that way." He teased a little, a small grin forming on his lips.

Raven looks at him and smiles softly. "You're cute, but with this head, it ain't pretty in here." She says as she points to her temple, "I should probably get going so you can rest. You look like shit, and I'm sure that walk you dealt with made you exhausted. I will let you know what the council says as soon as I know." She says, walking up to the cell and leaning against the bar, looking up at him, putting her hand on the bar, and smiling softly. She wishes she could be in the same bed as Negan to sleep. She knows it must be hard to sleep in this cell.

Negan's lips curled into a smirk, laughing at what she said. He knew he probably didn't look his best after his journey. He probably looked disheveled. "Here I am pouring my heart out to you and giving you compliments, and then you turn around and say that. Ouch, Raven. Ouch." He joked, laughing a little more for a few moments before he grew sincere as he prepared to speak again, "I had to walk for hours to get to the sanctuary. If that wasn't bad enough, I was almost a chew toy for a pack of wild dogs. They ended up being the chew toy in the end, though. To save myself, I let a walker in and shut the door behind me. I felt bad for trapping those dogs in there with that thing, but one was a cane corso. There was no way in hell I was getting out in one piece without a little help from the dead... Their little meeting should be over soon. They usually don't take too long. If they do let you get this house, who knows? Maybe you can sneak me upstairs sometimes." He spoke. He was joking in the last sentence. Even though he wished he could move around outside of his cell and stretch his legs, he didn't want to get her in trouble.

Raven looks at him giggling and nods "Yeah I hate that dogs are wild now and with the meeting I don't know what they will decide Negan I know you're joking but I wish I could do that but they aren't going to give me a key immediately or ever but I just know what whatever they decide is it's worth it to me. I wish I could help you take a shower and help you sleep, too, because that bed doesn't look comfortable to me." She says as she looks at him through the bar, she glances over at the window towards the meeting house.

Negan looked behind him towards the bed when it was mentioned, a sigh escaping his lips. It was about as comfortable as sleeping on a piece of cardboard, but he wasn't going to ask for a better mattress. Besides, he doubted that they'd give him a new one or even entertain the idea. Negan turned his attention back to her. "I think the concrete is probably comfier than that thing. I can feel the springs stabbing me in the damn kidneys every time I lie down, but that's just what I got to live with now. Besides, I'm not worried about my sleep. What about yours?. The nightmares and all that crap." Negan spoke, concerned in his eyes. He wanted to be able to console her and help, but he couldn't. It hurt knowing that he couldn't do anything for her, even though he wanted to.

Raven looks at him and sighs and shrugs "I still have them Negan even when I was at the Sanctuary but me either wearing or cuddling your jacket kind of helped I mean it's not the real thing unless I have you there but don't worry bout me Negan I dealt with them for a long time I'm used to them by now it may not seem like it but I have adapted to them. I wish that you were holding it at night, but I'm going to have to make do with just your jacket for now; it smells like you, and it's comforting. I... I should get going. I love you, Negan. I'll see you in the morning as well as best as you can." She says softly that she hopes that she won't have nightmares tonight, but she knows that's not going to happen. She wishes they would just go away or not have any dreams at all.

Negan frowned at the news. He figured that she still experienced nightmares, and he wished so badly that he could help her with them. But it wasn't like he could crawl out of the cell to comfort her, despite how much he wished he could. When Raven spoke of smelling his scent, his brows raised, a small smirk appearing upon his lips. He was a little shocked by the revelation, but he was amused nonetheless. "My smell? Well, now I know you're obsessed with me. Back then, I was just joking. I didn't mean for you to have taken it as a challenge." He teased, his smirk growing slightly more. "But I love you too, Rosie, and the same goes for you."

Raven puts her hands on her hips, shakes her head, puts her hand through the cell, grabs his shirt, slowly pulls him to her, and kisses him through the cell. "I have to go. I love you and sleep well." She says as she pulls away and grabs the tray that was slid under the door since he was done with his food. "I will see you in the morning." She says as she carries the tray upstairs, opens the door, and walks out of the cell room to the outside.

Negan's eyes looked at her hand before lifting to gaze at her face once more as he was pulled closer to her. He pressed his lips against hers in return, before moving away again as she began to step away. "I love you too. Sleep well. Well, as best as you can." He spoke. His amusement had melted away, replaced by the concern that was glimmering in his eyes. He knew that she had dealt with nightmares for a long time, but that didn't stop him from worrying about her. Sleep was important. Not only were the nightmares probably damaging her physically, but possibly damaging her mentally. Negan watched as she walked away, a sigh escaping his lips. "Alright. I'll be waiting, my liquor-fairy." He called to her, a small smile appearing on his lips as he spoke. Despite the time that had passed, he still remembered the name he had called her that night, and he planned on using it again in the future.

Meanwhile, Daryl was standing outside his house, his back pressed up against his front door. His arms were folded across his chest, tapping his fingers upon his arm as he awaited Raven's arrival. Although his exterior was emotionless, internally, he was anxious to tell her the results of their meeting. The council had ruled in their favor on most things, but of course, they didn't agree with everything they proposed.

Raven stands there with her back against the door to the cell room. She walks up the stairs and walks towards Daryl's house. She sees him standing there outside his house. "Hey Daryl, how did the meeting go?" She asks if she isn't going to be shocked by what they have discussed, but she openly knows what Negan did to everyone here; she is still with Negan, and she loves him. He's changing, and he has regrets about doing what he did. She looks up at Daryl, smiling softly as she holds the tray with an empty plate from Negan's food.

Daryl's eyes trailed over to her as he watched her walk up the stairs before he pushed himself off the wall and stood upright as she got closer. "They've agreed on letting you stay in Alexandria in the house above him or with me. From what they said, your friend likes to move around at night. So, if you can't sleep, you can stay with me instead. They're also discussing giving you a key to his cell, but that's a no for now. At least, not until they know they can trust you. They also said no to his help. They said it's too much of a risk right now. But, they are thinking about it." He relayed to her. Daryl felt bad that he couldn't help her let Negan out, but he was also a little relieved. Daryl wasn't impressed by Negan's behavior change yet. He wanted to see more proof before he thought Negan was deserving of freedom. Regardless, he still would speak for Raven in the council.

Raven looks at him in shock and smiles widely. "Oh my god, wow? That's great news. I will um go get things, but if I do need you, Daryl, I know where you are. I do appreciate what you are doing for me. You are slowly but surely building our relationship back up. You know I would do anything to help this community, and you, living above Negan's cell, will make it easier for me to take care of him. I also want to see how it feels to live on my own in my own house. I know you and the council did whatever you thought was right, but trust me, Daryl, he's changing. I can see it.

Daryl's lips moved into a small smile before nodding at what she said. "Yep. It's all yours, and alright." Daryl was more than happy to help if she were ever to ask for it. Whether that was helping her with food, supplies, or whatever. He was relieved to hear what she said regarding their relationship. Even if it was being rebuilt slowly, it was still good to know that it was being mended after all this time. Even if it was just little by little. As she spoke of her allegiance to Alexandria, he gave another nod, "I know you would. We're lucky to have you with us... And if he is changing, he hasn't shown us yet. He acts the same around us." Daryl spoke. He trusted her word, but he still wanted to see the results for himself. Although, despite his uncertainty, he'd still be her voice in their meetings.

Raven smiled softly and nodded as she looked at the door, opened it, and went inside. She went to grab her stuff and her weapons. She looked at him and smiled. She was happy to have him back in her life, even after what happened between them, but she still wants to make amends. She is surprised he doesn't hate her for being with Negan. "Well, I guess I should go home and settle in." She says, giggling softly.

Daryl smiled in return. He was honestly a little surprised that the Council allowed her to stay in Alexandria. Especially after the incident with Jocelyn a few months ago, but he couldn't be happier about their decision. Now he could rest easy, knowing his little sister was safe and sound behind their walls. Not to mention, he could spend more time with her now. Of course, she was dating the man that Daryl despised, but that didn't mean his animosity extended to her as well. He hated Negan and him alone. Daryl was pulled out of his thoughts as she spoke, before giving a nod. "Alright. If you need help with anything, you know where to find me." He replied, a smile appearing on his face as she laughed.

Raven smiles as she grabs her stuff. She walks back to the door and looks at Daryl in his eyes. She embraces him tightly and closes her eyes. "I love ya, Daryl. I'm so glad we are back together again. I will see you tomorrow." She says as she pulls away and walks to the house where she will be living, and Negan's cell below it. She looks up at the house and then down at the cell bar. She doesn't want to tell Negan the good news; she will tell him tomorrow after she settles in and gets herself ready for bed. She walks into the house, looks around, and smiles. She knows she will make this place she can call home with her decorations and her way of arrange them it, how she want them it. She walks to the bedroom, looks around, and nods. "Home Sweet Home." She says softly to herself

Daryl softly wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him. "Love ya too, sis." He spoke softly, before letting her go once more. His arms moved back to his sides before releasing a gentle sigh as he watched her walk away. He was a little worried about her living there by herself. After all, if Negan escaped again, then she would be just upstairs. Of course, he wasn't too sure that Negan would harm her, but he still believed there was a chance.

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My Personal Savior

Chapter 10- Memories

(Trigger Warning: Rape and abuse)

Meanwhile, Rick was still thinking about what Raven said. Even if their guns were all taken away, if they could find that military base, then they'd be fine. If they had guns and a few more allies, then they could stand up and rebel against the Saviors. When the Saviors were dealt with, then maybe the communities could gather together and live peacefully. Until then, they were stuck foraging for supplies for Negan, unable to focus their time on much else.

Raven smiles softly and nods as she glances over at the community and then looks over at Daryl. He still hasn't lifted his head at all. She was wondering when she would be able to talk to Daryl. She thinks that, after all that they have done, she will be able to talk to him. She stares at Daryl for a while and then looks over at Negan. She sighs and holds her arms across her chest, holding her necklace, messing with it. She didn't know what was going to happen, but she hoped that this arrangement they had with this group would stay like this and not get violent or anything would go wrong. She needs to talk to Daryl to clear up everything between them. She hopes he doesn't hate her or anything just because of her being with Negan's group. Daryl lifted his head a little to look over at Rick, the two of them making eye contact for a few moments. Rick held a subtle look of desperation as he gazed upon his right-hand man being imprisoned. His most loyal member, who had been there since the start, was now his adversary's punching bag. After a few minutes, Rick turned his gaze away from Daryl and onto Negan before making his way over. "Negan," He called out, "I wanted to ask if Daryl could stay."

Negan's attention left his soldiers as he turned to look at Rick. A couple of seconds later, a smile appeared on his face as Negan signaled for Daryl to be brought over. Dwight, who had been keeping a very close eye on the prisoner, did as told and led Dixon over. "I don't know, Rick. But maybe good ol' Daryl here can plead his case. Maybe change my mind." Negan spoke, turning his attention to Daryl instead. Daryl, however, remained silent, his eyes still staring at the ground beneath his feet. Raven looks at Negan and Daryl walking next to him. She walks over to Negan, touches his arm, and sighs, "Negan, Daryl is the best hunter and scavenger I know. He knows how to find and collect supplies quickly, please, Negan." She says as she looks up at Negan. She whispers to him, so nobody hears him, but she sees Daryl glancing over at her when she says his name. She didn't want to get Negan upset, but she still needed to talk to Daryl. She either talks to him here or back at the Sanctuary. She wasn't sure what Negan's plans were for Daryl, but she wanted to get Daryl out of this situation.

Negan leaned closer to her, his voice a whisper with a similar volume to hers, "I know he is. That's why he's staying with me. I could use someone like that among my boys. Besides, Daryl must like it there if he's not trying to argue." After he spoke, he stood up straight once more, putting his attention on Rick and Daryl. "Alright. Today has been a productive damn day! I expect it to be this good next week, the week after that, and so on. Anything less, and well.." Negan moved Lucille a little bit forward in a motion like he was about to hit someone, clicking his tongue to mimic the sound of the bat colliding with something. A moment later, Negan's smile returned, "Well, I think you get the picture. Now, how about you go speak to that gawking audience over there while we finish up?" Rick took one last look at Daryl before hesitantly walking away to join the crowd that had gathered. Negan put his eyes on Dwight, and with a motion of his hand, he too walked away. Afterward, Negan finally put his attention back on Raven. "You've been patient, so talk all you want to." He said, taking a couple of steps back to give the two a little more space to converse.

Daryl, curious about what was about to happen, slightly lifted his head to get a look at Raven. She looked and sounded familiar to him, but he hadn't seemed to recognize her yet due to all of the time that had passed. Raven looks at Negan and frowns knowing she tried but as soon as he says it is okay for he to talk to him she looks into Negan's eyes as tears start to well up a bit she slowly walks up to Daryl and looks at him at how he has been treated seeing all the scars bruises on his face she can't even imagine how's he's doing mental. "Daryl? It's me... Raven, your childhood best friend. I'm so sorry I... I'm sorry I left without a word... I'm sorry, I didn't know you were being treated like this... I tried to look for you once all this started, but I couldn't. I'm just so glad you're alive. I just wish I could help you. All this has to stop... I can't even imagine what you have been through. Please tell me you remember me. Please don't be mad at me or hate me." She says as she messes with her necklace, she looks down, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Daryl's head finally lifted to look her in the eye; his face, although mostly solemn, held a hint of surprise. After all of these years, he had thought that she was dead, even before the apocalypse took its toll. Of course, he never had concrete evidence, but thinking she was dead was a little bit easier than accepting that she had abandoned him. Yet, here she stood before him. Daryl stood in silence for a moment, the beginning of a nostalgic smile quickly fading into a frown. "Yeah, I know who you are. I waited in that damn lodge every single day, hoping that you'd be there, but you never came. Every day, I had to get a punch in the gut because you bolted! All I had left was Merle, but now I've lost him too." He snapped, his voice raspy. Negan frowned a little upon hearing Daryl's anger, his muscles tense, prepared to step in just in case things got heated. Even though Daryl was angry, he wouldn't attack her, but Negan didn't know that.

Raven tears run down her cheek and looks up at him, "Daryl, I went back to my house, I killed my parents, I stayed there for a few days to figure everything out, I went to your house, you weren't there, and then I went to our cabin, you weren't there! I searched for a long time, I ran away from home to get away from my parents, and I was living on the streets! I didn't want to get in the way of your brother; he dragged you everywhere, he fucking hated me! I would've ended my life on those streets... until... Negan saved my life, I would've been dead if it weren't for him.... I would be dead, Daryl, and I'm sorry I left. I didn't want to abandon you ever." She glances at Negan and then looks at Daryl as she walks up to him and touches his cheeks softly with her hands. "Please, Daryl. I know you must hate me, but please forgive me." She says softly.

Daryl's gaze began to lighten as he listened to her speak. She had a point about Merle. As much as Daryl loved his brother, he knew he wasn't a good person. He sold drugs, and Daryl often helped with such, which is something he was glad that she got to avoid. When he heard about her parents, he gave a small nod, a soft "Good," escaping his lips. Even though he hadn't met them personally, he knew they were assholes. They deserved what was coming to them. Although he didn't say anything, she had another point, but he and Merle couldn't have stayed in that cabin. It would have been a death sentence. They kept moving before running into Shane's group. However, upon the mention of Negan, his anger returned. He couldn't bring himself to believe that Negan, of all people, would have saved her. Not after everything he had put himself and his friends through.

Upon feeling her touch, Daryl flinched a little at first, but he didn't move away. He stayed there for a while, silently looking her in the eyes. "I forgive you. But I ain't gonna forget." Raven looks into his eyes tears running down her cheek and nods "I know you don't believe me about Negan saving me but he did I know he's changed since I saw him before the apocalypse but he still saved my life I just now recently reunited with him and now you if he knew that I knew you he wouldn't have done what he did to you. But I missed you so much, Daryl... I'm so glad you're still alive and that we finally found each other again." She says softly as she embraces him tightly. She can't resist not hugging him; she misses him too much and thinks he needs a hug as she does. She felt so many emotions as she hugged him. She looked over at Negan as she hugged him.

Daryl still wasn't sure about what she said about Negan. He still saw him as a horrible person after everything he'd done, but there was a possibility he was different before the apocalypse. Everyone changed to some extent, after all. If she had only recently joined, then that means that she hadn't seen the lineup or Dwight getting his face burned, as he had. She wasn't part of anything Negan had done, not until today, so he still saw her as innocent, unlike the other Saviors. Daryl wrapped an arm around her in return for the hug, a subtle smile on his lips. "It's good to see you again, Raven." He spoke. Meanwhile, Negan calmed slightly as he watched the two of them hug. He was still on edge, but he wasn't going to attack unless Daryl did. Raven holds the back of his head, smiles softly, and embraces him tightly, tears running down her cheeks. She turns her head towards his neck and whispers for him to hear. "If you escape, please don't do anything stupid. I don't want to see you get hurt more than you already have. I still care bout you, Daryl, very much, but I can't come with you. Negan hasn't hurt me; he never will. But please don't start anything with Negan, I know I know you, and you've been through a lot, but you're risking your lives, and I'm trying to help and stop all this." She says softly as she pulls away after what she says, looking into his eyes.

Daryl smiled a little more, enjoying their embrace. With anyone else, he might not have stayed in a hug for that long, but Raven was different. They had known each other for a long time, and he had missed her so much, even though he still felt a little hurt by her leaving. When she whispered to him, he listened intently, curious about what she had to say that was so secretive. He was going to escape the Sanctuary no matter what it took. He couldn't stay there for much longer; even if he wasn't being tortured, he could never see it as home. His place was with Rick and the group, just like it had been ever since Atlanta. When she said Negan would never hurt her, he still wasn't sure. He had never seen him hurt, torture, or kill a woman before, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't. Another thing he was hesitant about was what she said about not fighting against Negan. They had to; there wasn't any choice. They couldn't live like this forever, slaving away to meet Negan's needs. Eventually, they'd loot everything valuable in the area and have to travel far to get anything, which was going to be difficult now that they didn't have guns. However, despite his thoughts, when she pulled away to look at him, he gave a small nod. A silent agreement to her terms.

Raven smiles softly and then looks over at Negan, smiling softly and nodding slightly. She was glad she was trying to get them not start a war with Negan, but if it did happen, she at least tried. She steps away from Daryl, wondering why Negan was so protective. She did notice him watching, especially with Daryl yelling at her, but she knows Daryl would never hurt me. She walks away towards Negan and looks up at him, and puts her hand on his chest. "Thank you, Negan, I needed that. I'm ready to go back to the Sanctuary now." She says she felt like she could trust Daryl and Negan, but knowing what happened between them, this wasn't going to stop, no matter how hard she tried.

Negan gave a smile in return when she looked over, but he only relaxed when she had finally moved away from Daryl. In his eyes, Daryl was fierce and strategic. He didn't know if he was going to try to take her hostage or something to be let go. Luckily, that hadn't happened, because if it did, the power dynamics would have instantly shifted 180 degrees. If they got hold of her, then they could make Negan do whatever they wanted for him to get her back. There was also a chance of not getting her back at all because this was Rick and his group. Regardless, Negan didn't want to take those chances and had decided to keep a close eye in case he saw any signs of confirmation about his worry.

Negan smiled a little brighter upon her touch, his brown eyes looking into her blue. "You're welcome, sweetheart. The trucks are all ready to go, so let's get our happy asses home, shall we?" He teased a little before turning his gaze away from her to look at Daryl. Daryl, although reluctant, began walking back in the direction of the trucks. As he moved, Dwight was quick to join his side, keeping an eye on him in case of flight, until pretty soon Daryl was back in the truck he had arrived in. Raven glances back at Daryl and then looks back up at Negan and smiles softly and nods as she walks towards the truck they came in. She climbs into the truck and sighs as she hopes that Daryl will escape whenever he can, but she doesn't think he will be able to escape tonight; hopefully, he will soon. She thinks bout what will happen when they start heading back to the Sanctuary. She doesn't know if Negan is going to talk to her bout anything on the way back. She looks out the window as she waits for Negan to get in and drive them back. She needs to go out tonight and look at the stars to think bout what happened today.

Negan smiled in return before following behind her. He too climbed up into the same truck, placing Lucille back into the floorboard, before shutting the door loudly behind him again. A minute later, a chorus of the same sound occurred behind them as the Saviors loaded back up into their trucks. Not long after, the engines roared back to life, and they were back on the move, ready to drive in the direction of the Sanctuary. Meanwhile, Rick and his group stood near the gates, watching as they left. Rick's eyes lingered on Raven in particular for a moment before turning and walking away, his group following in tow as they retreated further into their community as the Saviors drove away.

Meanwhile, Negan took a glance over to her, a smile still stuck on his face. "Well, for your first time with us, you did amazing. Usually, people are skittish at first, but you jumped right in there like a little mini-me." He spoke. If his words weren't proof enough of how proud he was of her, you could see it in his eyes. He knew she was a loyal and strong person, but he was amazed that she had adapted so quickly.

Raven looks over at him. "I'm sorry if I jumped in there like that. I didn't mean to do that; you're the leader, not me. I just thought what you probably would say, you know, but again, I'm sorry, and I appreciate you letting me talk to Daryl. I saw how you were watching to make sure he didn't do anything, but he never hurt me, Negan. I'm the one who hurt him emotionally, and I'm so happy he forgave me." She says, looking at him, and she holds her necklace tightly and messes with it. She thought he would've been mad at her for stepping in like that, especially when that kid held a gun at him. She would've stood in front of him; he probably would be pissed if she did do that.

Negan gave a deep sigh before shaking his head, his lips forming into a smile. "Well, it was your first time, so I'm not holding it against ya. Next time, let me do the talking. Alright, Mini-me?.. But you did do well. You made some good calls back there." He reached his hand over, giving her a couple of pats on the shoulder in a congratulatory manner. Even though she did overstep, he was still proud of the calls she made. He was pondering whether he should make her one of his lieutenants. Sure, she had only been there a day, but she had already shown she could handle herself well. When she spoke of Daryl, his thoughts were pushed aside. "Well, you can't exactly blame me. He helped kill my people in their sleep and blew up twenty more of my guys with an RPG." He responded, before releasing a sigh soon after, taking a glance over. "But, I'm glad you two made amends."

Raven looks at him, smiles, blushes, and nods. "Thank you, I'm glad you're not mad at me. I think after tonight, I'm going to have some time to myself, think back to the past, and reflect. I didn't know if he was going to forgive me or not. It was hard for me to see him like that." She says as she looks down and then out the window, she messes with her necklace. "I'm sure you have things to do tonight, so maybe tomorrow night we can hang out unless you're busy all day tomorrow?" She questions as she glances over at him as they drive down the road. She knows he has leadership things and maybe spends time with his wives, but she felt flattered that he would protect her from this group. Hopefully, they don't do shit overnight after what happened today.

When Negan heard what she said about seeing Daryl again, he gave a nod. Even he thought things weren't going to go as well as they had. "Yeah, he started screaming like a damn banshee. Just when I thought his voice couldn't get any more annoying." He joked. He felt bad for what he had done to Daryl. Had he known about him being Raven's childhood friend, then he would have taken a different approach, but it was too late to go back now. Negan stared out the windshield, his fingers tapping a little on the steering wheel as they sat in silence for a moment. When Raven spoke again, a smile appeared on his face. "Well, I think I can clear my schedule. Tomorrow night, then. It's a date." He joked, his brown eyes taking a glance over to her, before looking back onto the road ahead.

Raven looks at him after he says it's a date, she blushes, and playfully pushes him after he jokes about Daryl. "Hey, be nice bout Daryl, he's still my best friend." She says softly as she looks out the window, she blushes about him saying it's a date, but her heart hurts knowing he's joking, and it's not a date. She holds her necklace as she leans her head back on the headrest, sighs, and keeps looking out the window. She felt like she couldn't deal with not saying her feelings, but there was no point in telling him, knowing he would never see her in that way. She glances down at her tattoo that they got together and thinks about what she would do if she were rejected for her feelings.

Negan smirked upon the shove, before giving an amused scoff as she defended Daryl after his teasing. 'Best friend.' Well, if that's the case, what am I then? Chopped liver?" He joked. Their successful run had allowed him to relax enough that he could joke around and be in a playful mood. He was acting a little bit like his old self, but the megalomania he had adapted to was still there. After a second, he took a glance over, noticing she was deep in thought. He was a little curious about why she was so quiet, but a creeping suspicion had crossed his mind. "So, what are you thinking so hard about over there? Something you want to tell me?" He asked

Raven glances over at him and shakes her head with a slight smile as she looks back out the window. She touches the tattoo on her inner arm, she tears up a bit, but has her face hidden by Negan. "Just think bout the old days, you know, when we will be together at your house with... Lucille.... I love how you are like yourself again, at least around me, Negan. I want that to be an everyday thing. You don't have to like that towards me around your people, but you know what I mean..." she says as she looks down, blushing and looking away out the window again, not saying the full truth.

Negan's expression lightened as she mentioned the past. He would do anything to go back to those days. No walkers, no fighting to the death over food, just coaching high schoolers and joking around with Lucille and Raven without a worry in the world. It hurt hoping for something he knew he couldn't have, but maybe he could indulge himself in relaxing around her. A little blast from the past. Although he still viewed his old self as being weak, both mentally and physically. If he got too used to his old ways, then he feared he might grow soft. However, he had figured that he could be careful about it. Any signs that he might be showing weakness, then he'd cut it out and go right back to his bravado, whether he was around Raven or not. Finally, Negan gave a nod. "Alright, deal.. But that wasn't what I was talking about. I think I remember you said you were going to tell me about your nightmares."

Raven glances over at him and nods, "Right, I forgot, well, do you want to know what all my nightmares were bout all through my life, or just the recent ones? I've had nightmares all my life with the physical, mental, emotional, and psychological abuse that was put on me by my father and my ex-boyfriend. Daryl knew bout them, too. He helped me a few times. He even saved my life multiple times when I tried to kill myself, or my father tried to kill me, leaving me there to die." She says, looking out the window, not even looking at him. She felt like he meant all her nightmares, but the most important ones are the ones that have happened recently, are bout him. The ones from her past were bout her father and her ex killing her.

Negan's smile faded a little as he listened to her list all the ways that she had been traumatized. Needless to say, he was in shock at how she was still kicking. Especially when times are like this, as well. Of course, he was thankful that she was still here with him. He wouldn't know what to do without her spitfire attitude or her caring nature. Eventually, he was pulled from his thoughts before concluding. "All of it, but that's only if you're willing to. I don't wanna make anything resurface for the sake of curiosity."

Raven shakes her head and looks at him. "No, no, it's fine, Negan. I think talking bout them will help me, but it's a lot just to warn you.... when I was a kid, when the abuse started, I had dreams of my father killing his 'friends' or me." I wasn't just abused or raped by my father his friends also did the same to me.... then once I became a preteen and or teenager I started dreaming bout killing myself multiple times more painful than last and seeing Daryl die at his father hands and I couldn't save him and he couldn't save me..... the most recent nightmares I have are we dying alone surrounded by walkers being eaten alive nobody to save me... I also saw you..... being eaten by walkers, and I couldn't get to you to save me... I also dreamt of us reuniting, and it turned into a horror... I was bitten, and you couldn't put me down. I was a walker, and I begged to kill me...." she says softly, looking down at the tattoos on her wrist and the tattoo on her forearm that she got with Negan.

Negan's face dropped as he listened to her speak about it all, his megalomania melting away entirely for a little while. He knew it was going to be bad, but he hadn't imagined it would be that bad. The poor girl had been through so much, and yet, she continued. If he wasn't driving at that very moment, then he would have reached over and pulled her into an embrace. He doubted he'd be able to let her go for hours, but any hugs would have to wait until after they returned to the Sanctuary. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry.." He muttered out, unsure of what exactly to say. He wanted to offer words of comfort, but he was so dumbfounded that he was at a loss for words. Upon hearing of his dream of being unable to kill her, a sigh escaped his lips. If she were ever to get bitten, then that dream would more than likely become a reality. He couldn't kill Lucille when she turned, and he knew for certain that he would face the same difficulty if it were Raven.

Raven shakes her head as she has tears run down her cheeks, and she puts up her hood. "It's okay, Negan. I had to let that out, and I needed that. I know that's hard to hear, and it's hard to say what to say. I know you would do anything to protect me and save me from anything. I.... umm.... never said anything a lot about my childhood and how bad the abuse was and how it affected me. I want to um go to my room when we get back." She says softly as she glances over at him and gives him a slight smile. She felt so much love for him at that moment that she could feel her heart beating. There was so much going through her mind, so many things she needed to have time to herself and maybe get some air and look up at the stars tonight.

The information still felt like a stab in the gut. He cared about her so much and wanted to do all he could to protect her, and hearing about all of that coming from a time when he couldn't help her hurt him so much. Especially, when what she had gone through was so bad that he wouldn't have wished it upon his worst enemy. Negan took a glance over to her before putting his attention back onto the road, giving a small nod. "Alright. Spend as much time as you need. And if any of the assholes want to give you shit for not working, tell them to find me in my office." He wanted her to have time to herself and do whatever she needed for her mental health. In the apocalypse, you hardly ever got the chance to do such, but with such a large community like The Sanctuary, it was more possible.

Raven looks at him and smiles and nods. "I mean, technically, I did do work today by helping you with Rick. I noticed he was also giving me a dirty look, as he gives you when you're not looking. I hope what I have said doesn't come back to bite me, and they come after me too." She says as she looks back out the window. She is just ready to relax and change out of her clothes. She was worried now that she was with Negan, and everything that happened at Alexandria today, she would be on their list of people to deal with, other than Negan. She wasn't sure what would happen next between the Saviors and Alexandria and other communities, but the one thing she was hoping for Daryl would escape and be okay.

Negan nodded a bit, his lips forming into a smirk. "True, you did. I know, he always looks like someone just took a shit in his scrambled eggs, but you should be fine. If he ever does come for someone, it'll be me. The big guy in charge. Not you." He reassured her. Of course, he couldn't be certain about that. No one could, especially when it came to a guy like Rick. It was more a hopeful statement than one of certainty. Negan hoped that Rick would have good sportsmanship if it ever came down to a war, but given what he had already seen from him, he had his doubts.

Raven nods as she looks out the window. As they finally get to the Sanctuary, they pull up to the gate and park. She looks over at Negan, kisses his cheek, and smiles, "I'll see you tomorrow, Negan." She says as she grabs her stuff, gets out of the car, and walks inside. She immediately walks towards her room. She gets stared at by everyone she walks past, glances around at all of them, and then she gets to her room, closes the door, and sighs. She went ahead and took her shower and changed into comfortable clothes. Once she finished getting dressed, she lay on her bed, looking up at the ceiling, thinking bout the conversation they had in the truck. She is going to go outside and enjoy the starry night sky later.

Negan parked the truck once they arrived, his muscles relaxing as he gazed out at the familiar surroundings of the Sanctuary. Upon the kiss, Negan smiled before putting his attention on her instead. "Until then, Miss Rose." He watched as she left before he grabbed onto Lucille and made his exit as well. Once all of the trucks were parked up, the Saviors swarmed over to begin unloading and sorting their supplies. An hour later, once they were all finished, they gathered back into the building to do their jobs, with Negan going into his office like he had said he would. It wasn't until dusk that he was able to finally leave due to the length of the meeting that was held. He hadn't expected it to take so long, but it was better to have a long meeting than to have it divided into two days. After running a brief patrol around the whole building to check on things, he was finally able to trudge up the stairs and go into his bedroom. He took a shower before putting on a light grey tank top and some sweatpants. He didn't go shirtless this time, just in case he had to run and check up on Raven like he had the night before. He lay down on the mattress, his eyes staring up at the ceiling above as he thought back on what happened. He hadn't expected it to go so well, but he must have made a good first impression that night. Hopefully, Rick will continue such work and not cause problems. However, he was a little concerned as he thought back on how much Rick was staring at Raven, but he pushed his fear aside. He was probably just staring because Raven would jump ahead and do Negan's job. Either that or because she was the one who suggested taking their guns. Negan brushed away his thoughts before rolling over onto his side, wrapping his arm around Sherry, who had been lying there and pretending to be asleep.

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