Negan Smith x Fem Reader
The Walking Dead
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"Negan?"
I tapped my finger against my chin.
"Sounds familiar."
He swung his barbed bat over his shoulder.
"I sure hope so, sweetheart. You killed some of my men."
He was sounding a bit agitated now, I tilted my head, pretending to recall the events that lead up to this.
"Really? Well gosh darn it, I'm sorry to hear that."
I replied sarcastically, bringing my hand to my face to examine my nails.
Negan chuckled while shaking his head.
"Let me... ask you a question. Negan."
I began, looking up at his face again as I talked.
"Do you have an friends?"
I grinned, leaning forward to hear his answer.
"Sure, they're right behind me."
My grin dropped and I waved my hand in the air as a dismissal.
"I'm not talking about your men. I said, do you have any friends?"
Negan took a deep breath, thinking for a minute.
Once he came up with an answer, he turned to me with a smile.
"No. I guess I do not."
I smiled and nodded my head.
"Good answer. Now... I think, we could be great friends Negan. Don't you think so?"
I grinned, snapping my fingers.
In an instant all guns were trained on him in the room.
He held his hands up, smirking at me.
"I completely agree."