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Welcome To The Sanctuary

Negan x Reader (Rick’s Daughter)

Chapter 3: Trust Is a Lesson

Chapter Summary: Rick's daughter won't be coming home, a decision Negan has to break to Alexandria.

Wordcount: 3775

Era: Season 7

- Part 5 of the The One And Only Series -

Chapter Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 - COMING SOON!

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

It's early in the morning. The Sanctuary is still asleep and the whole factory is peacefully quiet.

Slowly but surely do you make your way down the stairs, all the way down to the last level of the building. Even after a whole week of almost nonstop sleeping, you still feel drained and sometimes also lightheaded. After every managed staircase you need to take a second and catch your breath and fight the dizziness. It’s tiring but you’re determined. Today's your final examination with doctor Carson and you want to make a good impression.

It was offered to you, that the doctor would come to Negan’s quarters, but you quickly declined. After a whole week of lying in the bed you were dying to get back up at your feet again.

You have to cover a yawn with your hand, it really is way too early.

“Come on, Sweet Thing,” Negan’s voice sounds from the floor below. “You almost made it.”

Sill yawning, you move on to the next flight of stairs. You can’t help but to smile at the sight of Negan waiting for you, looking up at you with his big, hazel eyes and a faint smile of exhilaration on his lips. It’s almost adorable.

He’s already in uniform, wearing his leather jacket, glove and scarf. He’ll head out to Alexandria after your appointment with the doctor and depending on today's results, you will either stay at the factory for another week or join him and go back home.

Excitement is clear on Negan's features as he watches you ascending the stairs. He's more than happy to see you back on your feet again, but even better than that is seeing how much strength you need to do so. He was everything but subtle about how much he hoped you'd have to stay. Of course he'd let you go home either way, no matter the outcome of your appointment, but you agreed on staying if Carson would recommend that. Seeing you this tired just from walking stairs got his hopes up again. Although your recovery was and still is the number one property, he absolutely wouldn't mind to hear that you still need more appointments in the future.

When you’re just about at the end of the stairs, he reaches out his hand to help you down the last few steps. You look at him for a quick second, before taking his hand, letting him help you down. “Someone is in high spirits.” You tease him with a smile. Negan only chuckles in response. “One could assume you’re looking way more forward to the examination than I do.”

“So?” He asks. Once you’re off the last stair, he moves your hand to his lips, planting a soft kiss on your skin. “It will be good news either way, for me at least.”

You just shake your head, still smiling at him before moving on towards the clinic. Doctor Carson is already waiting for you outside, greeting the two of you before moving in. He goes straight to work, gathering his equipment, while you sit down on a cot, waiting. Negan is leaning against the wall, watching you and the Doc. He really doesn’t know the word privacy but he’d find out what's going on anyway and you don't mind having him at the appointment.

Before doctor Carson starts with his examination, he sets up an IV bag, so you can get your needed liquid and supplements in the meantime. Once everything is ready and connected to your arm, the doctor is taking your blood pressure.

“Still not good but better.” He whispers to himself before writing down your vitals. “How are you feeling?” He asks, “Still fighting with fatigue, still being tired?”

“Very.” You admit truthfully.

“Hm,” The doctor huffs, scribbling away in his notes. You look at Negan, who is wiggling his eyebrows at you. You just shake your head at him with a small grin.

“Alright, now to the stitches.” Carson says. You pull up your top, exposing the bandages. The doctor cuts them open and removes them before examining the stitches. With a pad drenched in alcohol he cleans the edges, you narrow your eyes slightly at the sting. Negan pushes himself from the wall, wanting to have a look himself. He comes to stand right next to you, checking out the healing injury.

“The stitches are still looking good.” Doctor Carson affirms, filling in his report.

“Well?” You ask, with a faint smile on your lips, wrapping new bandages around your middle, “What’s your recommendation, am I good to go?”

“Well, Miss Grimes. That depends.” The doctor looks up from his clipboard. “Do you know how to pull the sutures out?”

Negan’s looking at you quite expectantly. You know what answer he’d like to hear. You look back at Carson again. “I do-” “Aw, come on!” The boss complains, looking at you with a disappointed frown. “Couldn’t you have said no-”

“But-”, you interrupt Negan with a smile, one of your hands resting on his chest to calm him down. “I’d be way more comfortable if you did that, doctor Carson.”

Carson shares a knowing glance with the both of you before stating, “In that case, I recommend more rest. You’re no longer bedridden but you should take it very easy still. Some strolls here and there but no physical labor. As soon as you feel dizzy or tired, you have to slow down again.

You nod your head at the doctor. “Napping when needed, got it.”

“Alright”, the doctor starts, moving back to his desk again. “As far as I am concerned, you are good to leave, once the IV’s done. Negan, I’ve made you a list of all used up medications. We are not out yet, but due to Miss Grimes high demand for iron, I need more saline solutions.”

Negan nods at the doctor. “Pass the list to Arat, by now she should be waiting at the trucks outside.��

“Of course.” Carson says, before taking his leave. You quickly yell a ‘thank you, doctor’ after him, before he disappears into the hallway.

“Now.” Negan says, coming to stand right in front of you, both of his hands on either side of your waist. “You really wanna stay?” You only nod at him. “You know you can leave anytime you want, right? One word and I bring you home, safe and sound.”

“I’d love to stay a little while longer.” You’re beaming up at him.

Negan smiles down at you before moving closer, capturing your lips with his. The kiss is slow and tender, almost sweet. You can't help but melt into his touch.

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Carl is walking the courtyard up and down, nervously waiting for his sister. His eyes move towards the hung up walkers around the fence every now and then, their constant gnarling is making him uncomfortable. He can’t wait to finally leave this place.

Saviors are already driving up their trucks, getting ready for the pickup. Several men and women gather around the vehicles. All seems ready, the only ones missing are their boss and his sister.

“Good morning, folks!” Negan’s voice sounds over the courtyard. Carl quickly turns around, finding Negan exiting the factory. He is holding the door, waiting for Carl’s sister to step out before letting it fall shut again.

Carl quickly gets moving. Once at his sister's side, he’s bombarding her with questions. “How are you feeling? Is everything alright, what did the doctor say? Are you hungry, I got a ration from their kitchen-”

“All good, Carl.” you chuckle softly as you interrupt him. “You need to breathe,” you joke before explaining the results of the doctor's last examination. “I have to take it slow and still take some supplements, but everythings gonna be fine.”

Carl nods his head, listening to you attentively. “Sounds great. Dad ‘n Daryl will be relieved. And the others of course.”

Your brother told you what happened, when you passed out in the infirmary. No matter what he and Sasha did, the bleeding wouldn't stop. Your skin has gotten paler and paler by the minute. At this point everyone in the room was crying, afraid of losing you. Daryl eventually decided to cauterize the wound. His hands were shaking, when he pressed his heated blade against your skin. The smell was horrendous and Carl had to look away.

After Daryl was done, everyone took a moment to breathe, thinking or more so hoping it helped, that the bleeding finally stopped. Although no more blood was seeping through, it was evident that it was already too late, as even the color of your lips disappeared. Daryl couldn’t handle the sight, after only a few moments he took off without a word and Saviors arrived just shortly after that. You don’t want to imagine the turmoil everyone had to go through.

“We two driving with Negan?” Carl asks, but you shake your head.

“No,” you say, “you will, but I’ll stay here.”

Carl frowns at you. “But you’ve said the doctor gave his okay?” You rest your hands on your hips, “Yeah, but I think I’ll stay for another week. I still need IV’s and quite honestly I am still not feeling too well. I’d be way more comfortable with an actual clinic and a doctor around.”

Your brother crosses his arms in front of his chest. “I see, but… but Dad probably won't.”

A tired sigh leaves your lips. “Yeah, I know. But then again, I think he’ll understand my reasoning. Speaking of Dad-” your hand disappears in the pocket of your sweatpants, retrieving a folded piece of paper. “I wrote a letter, can you please give it to him?”

Carl is about to take it, when Negan appears behind him. “Jump in, kid. We’re moving out.” The boy quickly takes the note, shoving it into the pocket of his jeans.

You look at your brother in bewilderment, but Carl quickly hugs you goodbye before moving to Negan’s car. The head of the Saviors waits for the boy to be gone before moving his attention back to you. “So, my dear. We’ll be gone for a few hours. If you want to, you can take a look around my factory in the meantime.” You smile at him but shake your head softly. “Thanks for the offer but I think I'll go straight back to bed. The climb up to the fifth floor is probably gonna knock me out anyway.”

He chuckles at you. “Alright.” His eyes fall on your lips, as he comes to rest one of his hands on the small of your back. You almost automatically cup his face, when he slowly leans down to you for a kiss. Again his lips move gently against yours. Warmth spreads through your abdomen, a pleasant fuzzy feeling. You have half a mind to deepen the kiss, when Negan moves away again, just enough to be able to look into your eyes. “Enjoy your stay, Sunshine.”

After another quick peck on your lips, Negan lets go completely. He moves towards his men, ready to leave. Warmth settles on your cheeks, it still feels strange to be affectionate in public, in front of his people. But what’s even stranger is the fact that no one is watching. Your eyes are wandering through the crowd. None of his people are acknowledging what just happened, no one is batting an eye. You nip on your lower lip subconsciously. People here don't mind?

Negan and Carl finally hop into the car. You wave at them one final time before going back into the factory. On your way in, you still wonder about how little these people here seem to care about your thing with Negan, their leader no less. In The Sanctuary it’s just no big deal and such a stark contrast to Alexandria.

A smile finds its way onto your face. Although it’s odd, you have to admit that you actually enjoy it. It’s relieving to be so free of judgment and quite honestly you can’t wait for Negan to come back again. There is still a light tingle on your skin from where his beard scratched you during the kiss. He’s so careful with you now, gentle. It’s so sweet. The thought is accompanied by a fluttering sensation in your belly, making the smile only grow wider.

You’re on your way to the stairwell, when doctor Carson calls your name. “Miss Grimes? Miss Grimes, I’m sorry to disturb you but I was wondering if you could give me your input on one of my patients. I was informed you’re a pharmacist.”

Quickly you bring your thoughts back, focusing on Carson. “Sure.” You move away from the stairs and towards the doctor. “How can I help you?”

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The convoy almost reached its destination. Carl’s looking out the window, seemingly enjoying the view, as the all too familiar suburb is passing by.

Negan looks at the boy for a second before asking, “Did your sister give you the letter?”

Carl just keeps looking out of the window. Nonchalantly he says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The head of the Saviors huffs a small laugh. “Sure, buddy. You really could not have been more suspicious even if you tried to.” After a tired sigh, Carl retrieves the letter from his pocket and holds it out for Negan to take. The man looks at him, confused. “The hell am I supposed to do with it?”

“What do you mean?” Carl asks, just as confused as him, “Don’t you wanna read it?”

“Nope.” Negan looks at the boy for a quick second before looking back at the road ahead of them. “She told me what's in there.”

Carl’s frown only intensifies. “And… you believe her?”

“Yup.” Negan answers. “So far she’s never given me a reason to distrust or doubt her. This was your chance to prove me right, that you’re someone to trust and congrats, Carl. You failed.”

The boy bites his cheeks nervously, looking out of the window again. He really can’t wait to get home.

Negan’s just shaking his head slightly, disappointed. He was able read the letter over her shoulder when she was writing it, but Carl doesn’t need to know that and the point is that his Sunshine told him about it without him even having to ask for it. She’s always been upfront and honest. Carl on the other hand, he is the opposite.

That boy still not trusting him it’s not just disappointing, given the fact that Negan safed his sister's life and allowed that little shit to stay not only in his Sanctuary but his own private quarters is downright insulting. That kid still has a lot to learn.

Finally Alexandria's walls come into view. Negan looks back at the boy, “Before we go in, I’ll fill you in on what's gonna happen.” The gate to Alexandria opens and the convoy drives inside. “I want you to go straight to your house and pack new clothes for your sister and come right back. No little chats, no lingering around, no nothing. You get back to the trucks and stay at the trucks, right where I can see you.”

Carl rolls his eye. With a clear hint of annoyance in his voice, he answers shortly. “Fine.”

Negan can’t stand the attitude but is too occupied to care at the moment. He has to concentrate on the pickup right now. Rick won't be pleased about his daughter's absence and Negan is not in the mood for a standoff.

As the car comes to a stop in the middle of the parking lot, Negan can already tell today's pickup is going to be different. Alexandria is full of life, people are already waiting for them. It’s totally unlike the last time. That's at least slightly easing Negan's mind.

Rick’s people are all swarming around the parking lot, waiting for his Sunshine no doubt. Once properly parked, Negan and Carl jump out of the car. The boy is about to get going, but Negan quickly orders him to stay and wait.

Rick can be seen making his way towards them. Distress and confusion are clear on his features as he realizes his daughter is not with them.

Negan greets the approaching man. “Morning, Rick.”

“Where’s Y/N?” Rick promptly asks in a striked voice, getting right to the point.

“Still in my clinic.” Negan states, displeased by Rick's tone.

Rick keeps on walking towards his son. Despite the order, Carl starts moving, meeting his father halfway. They hug each other. Rick looks down at his boy, asking, “Are you alright?” Carl lets go, nodding yes. Relieved, Rick’s looking back at Negan. “I want to talk to her.”

Negan scoffs at that, “Look who’s making demands here. You got a lot of nerve for someone who was ready to fight with me, while she was slowly dying on that cot.”

Rick’s eyes quickly move to the ground in shame, before looking back at the other man. In hopes of smoothing things out, Carl fetches the letter out of his pocket. “She's alright and wanted me to hand you this.”

Rick’s taking the piece of paper. While opening it, Negan orders Carl to get the stuff for his sister. Rick looks after his son for a moment before reading.

𝐻𝑒𝓎, 𝒟𝒶𝒹.

𝐼’𝓂 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼’𝓂 𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝐼𝒱 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓅 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝑀𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒿𝑜𝒷. 𝐻𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒, 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓅. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓊𝑔𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃.

𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓁 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹, 𝐼’𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓉. 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒿𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓁𝓎 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒, 𝓉𝑜𝑜.

𝐼 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈. 𝐼’𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹. 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒥𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉-𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒.

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒴/𝒩

Tears welled up in Rick's eyes, as he eyes roamed over the writing. Negan rolls his eyes in annoyance, he can't lie he's feeling at least a little bit of sympathy for Rick’s current situation. Almost losing his Sunshine drove him crazy, he can’t imagine what it must have been like for her family.

Deciding he’ll let Rick’s defiance behavior fly this time, he slowly comes to stand next to the man. “She’ll be back next week.” Negan’s unfamiliar calm voice makes Rick look up again. “She wanted to stay until the next pickup, because she doesn’t trust herself with removing the stitches ‘n stuff. I’ll bring her home once that’s done. Honest.”

Rick takes a long deep breath, trying to blink away the wetness in his eyes. Once he got himself composed again, he's looking back at Negan. “Thank you.”

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It’s late midday when you and doctor Carson are standing in The Sanctuary’s courtyard. The two of you are going over the Savior's latest delivery. A truck for one of their outposts is getting loaded. The doctor is checking the requested medications, asking for your opinion on several things.

It’s so nice to speak to someone who knows about your field of work as well. Although medicine and pharmacy are not the same, they are still similar enough to lay a foundation for very interesting discussions. Carson really respects your knowledge and ideas, he is even up for suggestions regarding the treatments of his patients.

“Huh, in that case I’d recommend Clindamycin.” You look at the doctors chart. “Given she’s allergic to Penicillin and the clinic's stock, this might be the only opinion.”

“Yeah, I was thinking about that, too.” Carson agrees. “Thank you, Miss Grimes.”

You smile at the doctor. It’s such a good feeling being appreciated for the work you do. When you’re about to reply, a yawn forces its way out. Quickly you cover your mouth with your hand.

“Oh, I have to apologize.” The doctor almost gasps. “We were working so nicely, I completely forgot the time. You must be exhausted.”

“Honestly, I am.” You truthfully admit. “But It’s no big deal, I’ll go for a nap asap once we’re done.”

The doctor is about to admonish you for not telling him earlier, when the guard on the watchtower announces their bosses return. Saviors hurry to get the gates open in time for the trucks to enter. Negan's convoy is driving in, coming to a stop further into the courtyard.

A big smile finds its way on your face, as you watch the Saviors exit their vehicles. Your eyes search for their leader when you suddenly notice that no one else is waiting for him.

An ugly feeling suddenly tightens your chest, forcing your smile to vanish. You find yourself wondering why none of his wifes are welcoming him back. Come to think of it, neither were they seeing him off in the morning. Not that you care to come in contact with any of them but their absence still strikes you as odd.

Subconsciously do you nip on your lower lip again, as you feel your chest getting even tighter. But the little voice in your head is forgotten, when you finally see the man you've been waiting for rounding the trucks. Once his eyes meet yours, they seem to light up. With big strides he's coming towards you with the signature smile of his.

“Hello there, Sweet Thing.” He greets you, resting his hands on your waist. “Been waitin’ for me?”

“Oh, don't flatter yourself,” you chuckle. “This was purely a coincidence.”

With an even brighter smile, Negan carefully pulls you closer to him. As he leans down, you sling your arms around his neck, meeting him halfway, kissing him.

Jolts deep in the pit of your belly spread fuzzy warmth through your whole body, loosening up the tight knot in your chest when you feel his warm frame against yours. His stubbles scrape over your skin and his smell surrounds you. He deepens the kiss, entwining his tongue with yours and you become wax in his hands.

It feels just as tender and sweet like it had this morning. You smile into the kiss, completely reveling in the bliss.

Franky observes the scene with watchful eyes, taking a sip from her glass of whine as she's looking out of the window. Her nose wrinkles in disgust. Eventually she turns her head towards Sherry, who is reading on a lounger. “Guess that must be her.”

Chapter Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 - COMING SOON!

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

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The Girl Who Never Cries

Negan x Reader (Rick's Daughter)

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Chapter 1: Little Pig, Little Pig

Chapter Summary: Despite the rising tension between you and your father, you're keeping your mouth shut and the head ducked, when the Saviors come for their first visit. With Carl on your heels, you try to save some of the supplies, only to have to face off Negan himself.

Wordcount: 3208

Notes: I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes or wrong spellings, English isn't my first language.

- Part 1 of the The One And Only Series - Takes place during the beginning of season 7.

Chapter Index: Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

"Think about it, Dad." You're leaning against Daryl's bike, trying to get your dad to follow your idea. The Saviors will come in two days for their first pick up. Half of your shit did Negan say but you don't intend to give him that much.

You and Carl came up with the idea of hiding the majority of your supplies in the sewer system. That way it would be safe from them. The less you'd have on display for them, the better. You'd lose not as much in the end.

"I don't know, Y/N. If they find out we are holding stuff back-"

"Dad, come on." You try again. "What are the odds? Also winter is only a few weeks from now. We have to hord what we can."

Darly reaches the two of you, his crossbow on his back. "Ready?" He asks you.

Usually you'd go out with Sasha to scavenge around the area, but Spencer wanted to tag along, so you settled for Daryl and a bit of hunting for today. Something about this guy is just rubbing you the wrong way.

You nod at Daryl before turning your attention back to Rick. "Please at least consider that, Dad. While we still can-"

Aggressive banging against the gate cuts your conversation short. Startled, you look at the source of the noise.

"Little pig, little pig! Let me in."

You recognize that voice immediately and your head snaps back to your father. "They're too early!"

"Quick!" He pulls you from the bike. "Get in the house with Carl and Judith and stay put."

You nod and run towards your home, while Daryl and Rick go for the gate. Carl is playing with Judith on the porch, still oblivious to the threat at the gates.

"They're here!" You warn before lifting Judith up into your arms. "Get in."

Without a word your brother follows you inside. You rush up the stairs to get Judith into her crib. Carefully you lay her down, giving her a kiss on the crown of her head.

"Why now?" Carl asks, standing in the door. "They said ten days, it's been only eight."

"I know." You reply, pushing past him. "Hide as many cans as you can, I'll take care of the meds"

But Carl just keeps standing next to the door. "What? It's too late for that. They'll see us."

You turn on your heels, considering him for a moment. "Gather as much as you can in the kitchen, I'll dig a hole in the backyard, they won't see me there."

Your brother nods and runs down the stairs, while you go back to your room. Luckily you kept a few boxes of medical supplies and medicine nearby. You're one hundred percent sure they'll raid your infirmary as well. With two boxes in hand, you make your way downstairs.

"Oh no." Carl gasps, looking out of the window.

"What is it?"

He turns around to you, gesturing for you to take a look for yourself. "They go into the houses."

"Fuck." You look out with wide open eyes. Several Saviors roam the street, entering the homes. "Shit, we gotta hurry!"

Quickly you put the boxes on the kitchen isle, before running for the shovel. You reach the handle of the utility closet, when you hear the front door open.

A whistle catches you ears, followed by a "Nice house." Damnit, it's too late. With your hand hovering over your throwing knife, you slowly return to the living area.

Two men are standing in your living room, taking in your house. Carl and you share a glance and you silently command him to get over to you with a wave of your hand.

When one of the men notices you, his attention shifts from the room towards you. "Hello there, princess."

Shivers are running down your spine. You take Carl's hand and drag him behind you. Both men smile at you, making your fight or flight instinct kick in.

"Care to give as a tour, beautiful?"

"Your stuff is at the pantry." You hiss at him. "I can show you the way if you get the fuck out of my house."

Both men share a laugh. One resumes to look through the room, while the others eyes stay at you. "Oh, we're gonna get the stuff from your pantry, no worries. But we wondered what kind of treasures we might find within these walls."

"Oi, Davy!" The other guy calls. "Looks like they've been awaiting us."

You and Carl turn towards the kitchen. The guy's looking over your food and your medic-boxes.

"Those are ours!" You yell, still holding Carl's hand. "You can-"

"Let me tell you what we can, princess." Davy grunts at you, annoyed by your attitude. "The Saviors own this place now and everything you have is now ours, too. So we take whatever we want."

"Negan said fifty percent!" Carl argues behind you. He lets go of your hand and takes a stand beside you, glaring at the men. "We already put fifty percent away at the pant-"

Davy raises a finger, making Carl stop. "Uh-huh, that's not how this is working, kid. We take what we want, you don't get to have a say about it."

Both men start going through your boxes, satisfied grins on their faces. These asshols clearly enjoy the power they have. Your hand is itching to grab your knife.

Suddenly Davy holds a bottle of dry syrup up. One you found for Judith, when she got a bad cold. "Jackpot." He jokes, taking out more of your antibiotics.

"No!" You bark, grabbing the handle of your knife. "We need those, you can't have them!"

"Once again, princess." He turns around to face you. "We take what we want."

You're holding his stare, not backing down. Your voice turns to a growl. "No."

In an instant Davy pushes you against the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs. With his own knife against your throat, you don't dare to struggle, slowly releasing the hold on yours.

"Get off of her!" Carl screams, aiming at Davy with his gun. Davy's friend raises his hands in response.

"Carl, lower your gun!" you demand but he doesn't listen. "Carl!"

"Better listen, kid." The other guy says. "Or this will turn pretty ugly real quick."

"Get off of her!" Your brother repeats. You hold up your hands in surrender, showing Davy you'll not be a threat. Finally he lets you go, releasing you from his hold.

"You're not taking our antibiotics!" Carl continues, his gun still up.

You move over to him to stand in front of the barrel. "Stop it." You whisper harshly. Both men return to your boxes, grabbing both.

"Hey!" Carl yells, but both men keep ignoring him. Unable to fight his anger any longer, your brother pushes you aside, firing on the ground right next to Davy's feet.

Shocked you stand by his side, staring with wide open eyes. Both men hold their hands up and while the other one looks concerned, Davy has a smile on his face. "Wrong move."

"Put our boxes back or the next bullet will actually hit."

You snap out of your shocked state, when you hear footsteps behind you. Your dad appears next to Carl, holding his hand out to him. "Carl, please lower your weapon."

"No!" He refuses. "They are taking all our medicine. Negan said he'd take only half of it."

"Oh I did, didn't I?"

You don't dare turning around but you don't have to. Your shoulders go tense when Negan rounds you and your father, stopping right in front of Carl.

"Really, kid?" He chuckles lowly. Adrenaline is pumping through your veins, your heart's beating hard against your ribcage.

You plead, "Goddammit, Carl! Stop it!"

"You should listen to her." Negan advises, his eyes not leaving Carl.

"And you should leave", Your brother retorts "Before you find out how dangerous we are."

Negan narrows his eyes, taking one step closer to your brother. "Well, pardon me, young man. Excuse the shit out of my goddamn french but did you just threaten me?"

You're clenching your hands into fits. Carl has to drop this fucking gun.

"Look, I get threatening Davy here but I can't have it. Not him, not me-"

"Carl!" You growl in warning.

"Now don't be rude, sunshine." Negan addresses you. "We're having a conversation here."

He turns back to Carl but you notice his eyes lingering on you for a second longer than necessary.

"So, where were we? Right, your gigant mansize balls. No one's treating us. Listen, I like you, so I don't wanna go hard, proving a point here. You don't want that. I said half your shit and half is what I say it is."

Carl eyes dart between Negan and the boxes, still not giving in.

"I'm serious." Negan snarls. "Do you want me to prove how serious?" His voice drops even lower, "Again?"

That's it. You take hold of your brother's hand, twisting it. He releases the gun, groaning in pain. You're almost snapping his wrists in anger, but manage to let go before you can deal actual damage.

When the gun is in your hand, you try to give it to your father but Negan reaches for it first. "Nope, that's mine now."

You give him the gun without hesitation, glaring at your brother, who is caressing his throbbing wrist.

"Impressive." Negan praises you before moving his attention to your father. "Know what, Rick? This whole thing reminds me that you have a lot of guns. All the guns you got from my outpost, when you wasted all of my people with a shitton of your own guns and I'm betting there's even more, which adds up to an absolute ass load of guns."

Your father's eyes are glued to the floor. There was a time where you'd be heartbroken to see him like this. But he agreed to attack the outpost, no matter how hard you tried to convince him otherwise. It's making it hard for you to feel sympathy, especially now, with your relationship more tense than ever. When this ordeal is over, you two will definitely have another argument.

"And as this little emotional outburst made crystal clear," Negan continues, "I can't allow that. They're all mine now. So, tell me, Rick. Where are my guns?"

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You're sitting in front of the infirmary, looking over the remaining inventory. From about eight boxes that were filled to the brim with supplies, only three and a half were left for you.

Saying you are angry would be an understatement. You are fuming. Why didn't you just follow up with your plan and hide everything in the sewers? Why did you wait for your father's permission?

You're so done with him and his stupid mistakes. It seems like every decision he's making is adding another nail to your coffin.

You've lost the prison, because he hesitated. You felt forced to take action and captured Michonne so Merle could bring her to the Governor. Of course you would have killed him before he could kill your friend, but Merle had to chicken out. Lucky Michonne did not hold any grudges towards you, unlike your father.

And then there was Terminus, a place that's still giving you nightmares to this day. Thank God you and Carol came before it was too late.

When your group finally got to Alexandria, your practically broken relationship slowly got better. Even though you wanted to make everything work, like Darly and Michonne did, you also felt uncomfortable like your father. The people were too oblivious about the world outside of their walls.

A few weeks later, when you were confronted with an enormous horde of walkers, you two finally got your shit together. It just took getting missing for a while, making him believe you and Darly died when luring the horde, while in the meantime Carl suffered with yet another life-threatening injury.

When you and Daryl finally got back to Alexandria, your father almost crushed you in a hug and did not leave you and Carl's side, when you treated him. It's tragic that it took almost losing your brother again to make you and your father grow back together.

If not for Carl, you'd have left the group long ago.

Afterwards, when you thought you and your father finally worked through your problems, you found out about Hilltop. From the moment Gregory introduced himself to the group, you could not stand that guy.

To be fair, it's been Daryl's idea to free Hilltop from the Saviors. But your father had the final say. We're starving, your father argued and finally you've been overruled by everyone else.

In the beginning Meggie shared your doubts, you both knew actions will always have consequences, but in the end you stood alone against the rest, when they took off to kill everyone at the outpost, which by the time you guys thought was their base.

And now you have to suffer those consequences.

You take a moment to breath, trying to calm your nerves. Anger won't get you anywhere right now. When the Saviors leave, so will you. Two days from here is a mall you hope has not been raided before. And when you come back, you will hide everything you've found there. No matter what your father has to say.

After a few deep breaths you get back to work, sorting the meds by indication. While you're at it, you draw symbols on the containers, stars for antibiotics, lighting for painkillers, trees for vitamins. You're so deep in thought that you did not notice someone approached you.

"Need paper for your drawings?"

You jump in surprise, almost throwing your stuff away. Slowly you look up at Negan, who's looking at you with curiosity in his eyes. "The hell you're doing there?"

"I'm marking the containers, so the others know what to look for, in case I'm not in town."

Negan crouches down next to you, taking the container out of your hand. "Ami… triptyline, and the sun here, what does that mean?"

"It's an antidepressant but can be combined with painkillers to increase the pain relieving effect." You explain.

His eyes go to the box, looking over the other containers you've already marked. "Hm, you look too young to be a Doc."

"I've been a pharmacy technician before the apocalypse." You correct him. He looks back at you, seemingly impressed.

"So you know that shit?"

You nod. "Yeah, I'm in charge of the infirmary supplies. Good thing I chose a job that's still useful now."

"Would you show me the infirmary?"

As if you could say no. You raise to your feet, grabbing the box. "Yeah, sure."

Despite the incident with Carl, Negan seems pretty chill right now. Maybe it's just an act. It's creepy to say the least.

You lead him inside. It's not much and now after the Saviors it's even less. You put your box back onto your desk, while Negan is browsing through your bookshelf.

He takes out a notebook. "Medicine for dummies" he reads out loud, turning the pages. With a frown on his face he turns towards you, confused by the handwriting. "What's that?"

"Um, my notebook. I'm breaking down the books behind you. I'm trying to explain diseases, their treatments and medications for laymen. So the people here know what to do if someone catches something."

Negan's frown only intensives. He grabs another book, turning it to a random page. "So you wanna tell me you understand what all these big words mean, proton pump inhibitors for example?"

You just shrug with your shoulders. "The majority of 'em, yeah. That's what I did for a living, also went to several advanced training sessions. PPI block stomach cells from releasing acid, it's one way to treat severe heart burns, by the way."

"Pretty and intelligent." He comments when he returns the books. A faint blush settles on your cheeks, this should not flatter you as much as it does.

You lean over the box, trying to appear less nervous. His calm attitude is unsettling you. "Anything else you'd like to know?"

He sits down on your roller stool, pushing himself towards the other side of the room and back again. You can't contain a little snort. The highly feared leader of the Saviors, rolling around the room with a big smile on his face. This seems way too innocent for a man like him.

"Dang, with a chair like this in my office, I'd never get any shit done." He jokes, still pushing himself around. "Have you ever done this?"

"More often than I should admit." You say, now smiling yourself. "If you pull the lever on your right side, it'll also spin."

Negan looks for the lever but doesn't push it. "Next time."

He stops at the shelf again, leaning against it and facing you. "You know, I can't help but wonder why you look so familiar."

You debate what you should reply to that. He'll most likely find out anyway, so you confess, "I'm a Grimes."

Negan's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Really?"

You nod in affirmation.

"Rick's sister, right?"

"Daughter." You correct him.

"Well, shit." The smile returns and he rests his arms on his knees. "And the trigger friendly boy's your brother? Huh."

He looks like he's thinking about something, after a moment looks back at you, his smile fading. "Wiping out people gotta be like some kind of family trip for you guys."

Your soft smile vanishes and you bite your cheek for a second. "I did not partake in the attack, if you're referring to the satellite station."

Negan's unreadable expression turns into a frown in response. "You really wanna tell me when Rick went to kill my men, you just what, waved him goodbye and went to bed?"

"I was tempted to flip him the bird, but yeah." You reply. "I was against the attack."

That's earning you a doubtful look. "Why?"

"We didn't know who we were messing with, what the consequences would be, thought it's been too much of a risk."

His face splits into a bright smile. "Sucks to be right sometimes, doesn't it? And Rick just left you behind like that?"

You just shrug again. "He had to. We've argued for hours but I've been overruled in the end, so I simply refused to help."

Negan strokes his beard, considering what you've told him. "Sounds like you're the more reasonable part of the family. I'm sorry your father dragged you into this shit."

If you didn't know better, you'd say this actually sounded sincere. Not knowing how to respond to that, you just stay nothing.

After one final look around the room, Negan finally stands up, making his way towards the door. "Well, I'll leave you to your work then. Thank you for your time, it's been a fucking pleasure." He tells you with his wolfish grin on his face.

When he's about to step out he turns around again. "Know what?" He asks you, his voice turning slightly playful. "I think we're gonna be friends, you and I."

Chapter Index: Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

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Welcome To The Sanctuary

Negan x Reader (Rick’s Daughter)

Chapter 2: Wake Up

Chapter Summary: The doctor of The Sanctuary did everything he could. Anxiety is driving Negan insane, all he can do at the moment is hoping for his Sunshine to wake up.

Wordcount: 3017

Era: Season 7

- Part 5 of the The One And Only Series -

Chapter Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 - COMING SOON!

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

Pain.

Everything hurts. Your heart is beating rapidly for a long moment before it feels like it stopped completely, only hammer violently again. The sound of quick and shallow breathing reaches your ringing ears, it takes you a moment to realize that it's you who’s fighting for breath. You want to open your eyes but you just can’t. The weight of your eyelids is just too much, they feel so heavy. All you have the strength for is to release a quiet whimper.

Warmth settles on your face and you hear a familiar voice talking. “Y/N? Please, wake up! Please!”

The panic in Carl's voice sets you into panic as well. Your eyes finally open and you find yourself looking up at him. The boy is kneeling in front of you, one of his hands resting on your cheek. Quickly your eyes search him for any injury.

“You’re awake?” He asks in a quiet but hopeful tone.

Why would he ask that? Confused, you try to move your head to look around but your body feels like lead. Unable to really move, your eyes quickly look around, searching the surroundings. That’s not the infirmary. Wherever you are, you don’t recognize the place. Your heartbeat takes up on speed again. Where are we?!

“Doctor Carson!” Carl yells, the loud volume is hurting your ears. Your eyes close again but your brother begs you to keep them open. A man dressed in a white coat hurries to your side. He forces your eyes open, blinding you with a pen light. You try to squirm away but come to realize you’re lacking the strength to move away.

“That looks promising,” The doctor affirms. Carl smiles at him in response before looking back at his sister. “I’ll let Negan know she’s awake.” With that said, the doctor moves quickly towards the door, ordering the patrolling guard there to fetch their boss.

“You’re safe here.” Carl's voice brings your attention back to him. “You’ve slept for almost three days now. It’s not the first time you woke up but actually the first time for you to stay awake.” He’s visibly overjoyed, smiling brightly down at you.

Your throat hurts, every word feels like swallowing razor blades but you can’t help yourself but to ask, “You okay?”

A small snort. Carl is slightly nodding his head at you, still smiling. “I am." She almost died and still worries more about him than herself. Quickly Carl’s smile vanishes. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t”, you rasp. “You’re okay. Then all’s good.”

Carl attentively rubs the back of her hand. “We’re at the Sanctuary. Negan brought us here as soon as he found out. He-” The boy stops his explanation, taking a closer look at his sister. She fell asleep again. Carl sights, but keeps smiling at you, he is relieved. That’s been the longest time she was awake since they came here. Hopefully she’ll get better soon, stay awake for longer.

Hurried steps from outside can be heard before the door to the clinic opens. Negan rushes inside, instantly looking at the woman.

“She’s asleep again,” Carl says, believing to see disappointment flashing in the man's eyes.

Negan’s clenching his jaw as he walks further into the room, his attention shifting to Carson. “What you got for me, doc?”

Doctor Carson picks up a clipboard, showing the head of the Saviors the results of his examinations. “We avoided a hypovolemic shock by a mere hair's breadth. Also now I can rule out a concussion as well. Miss Grimes will need more transfusions and supplements but as of right now-” The doctor turns his head towards Carl, “She’s got the worst behind her, she is out of the woods.”

Negan releases a deep sigh of relief, running a hand through his hair. Weight is visibly lifting from his shoulders. He returns the clipboard back to the doctor. “What are the prospects of her recovery?”

“She’s still very weak.” The doctor explains. “Confusion and fatigue are to be expected for the next few days. The stitches look good, but they must not be disturbed and her blood pressure, although slowly, is stabilizing. It’s still very low but it’s treatable. I recommend strict bed rest for the time being and as much rest as possible. Red blood cells replenish in about six to eight weeks, if she takes it slow during that time, she’ll make it through just fine.“

“Sounds good.” Negan sighs again, to say that he’s been stressed would be an understatement. “Is it safe to relocate her?”

The doctor nods. “Yes, intensive care is no longer needed.”

Negan takes one final look at his Sunshine before ordering, “I want her moved to my quarters.”

The doctor places the clipboard back onto his desk, “I’ll see to it.”

Negan is about to leave when he turns around on the threshold. “And Carson? Thank you.”

Carson nods again, “Of course, Negan.”

Carl quickly packs his things, clearing up his makeshift bed. With a bag in one hand and a small pillow in the other, he waits for the doctor. Carson orders two Saviors to move the woman. Carl follows them closely all the way up to the fifth floor of the factory.

The Saviors place his sister on Negans bed and take their leave shortly after. Carl throws his stuff onto one of the armchairs before moving on to Y/N. Careful not to disturb her too much, he moves one of the pillows more comfortably under her head and tugs her in with the comforter.

He takes a quick look at her. She looks so much better now, color is slowly coming back to her skin. A more than welcome sight.

Carl removes his things from the armchair and sits down. He decides to make himself comfortable and pulls a blanket out of his bag and one of his favorite comic books. Every so often he looks up from the book towards his sister, just to make sure she’s still okay, before continuing to read. Time flies without Carl even noticing it.

Eventually the door to Negan’s quarters opens again. The head of the Saviors walks inside, closing the door behind him. The eyes of the man look at the sleeping woman before moving on to the boy. “Did she wake up again?”

Carl’s shaking his head. “No, not until now.”

After a tired breath, Negan comes to plumb down on the sofa opposite the boy. Carl pretends to read while he tries to watch Negan out of his periphery, but Negan just spreads his legs out, he’s visibly exhausted. The man lets his head fall against the back of the sofa for a moment before looking back at his Sunshine.

After a moment, he turns his head back to Carl. “You hungry, kid?”

“No, thanks.” Carl answers, looking up from his book. He notices that he can’t recall seeing Negan eating anything today either, so he hesitantly asks, “... are you?”

That earns him a huffed laugh from Negan. “Not really, no.”

The room turns silent again for a moment, Carl keeps on reading, while Negan watches his Sunsine sleep. Eventually he speaks up again, “You still did not tell me what happened.”

Carl lowers the comic. “You didn't ask.”

“Fair point.” Negan replies, stretching his arms out onto the back of the sofa. “I do now.”

Carl swallows nervously. He places the comic down onto the coffee table, before sitting up straight. “We were scavenging-”

_ _ _

It was early in the morning, the sky outside just turned pink and yellow. With another Scavenger lying six feet under, you had to be reinstated in your old team again. You didn’t complain, as exhausting as scavenging is, you still enjoyed the time with your friends.

That trip your team was accompanied by your father, you were raiding an old apartment complex and could really use another hand. Every apartment worked the same, kick down the door, search the rooms for walkers, loot everything edible or useful and move on to the next unit.

You guys have been already spending the night there and only had to clean off the basement before leaving. It was huge, with an underground garage connected to it. You walked into a lot of small walker groups on your way but that was nothing you and your team couldn’t handle.

“Think there’s much in here?” Daryl asked you, throwing away an empty can of baked beans. Not the best breakfast in the world but on the road you can’t be picky.

You just shrugged your shoulders. “We’ll see. I think it’s better to really check every room, you never know where people stocked up their little hideouts.”

Daryl only grumbled in agreement before moving on. You walked towards your father and brother, who were coming out of one of the utility rooms. “All clear,” your brother smiled at you.

“Yeah,” Rick agreed. “But we’ve gotta be careful. There’s a huge hole in the floor, it looks like the foundation is giving in.”

You had to snort at it, joking, “Been there, done that,” Rick just shook his head. With a smile on your face, you patted your brother on the shoulder. “Come on, let's see if we find anything good.”

Together the two of you went on to search the utility rooms. Curious, you moved towards the ledge of the hole in the ground your father warned you about. You shined down with your flashlight for a quick look. “Oof. We better keep our distance, Carl. The floor around it doesn’t seem too trustworthy.”

Your brother agreed and moved on towards the shelves while you searched the cupboards. Every now and then you checked dark corners and behind doors again.

“We’ve already cleared it.” Carl sayed from the other side of the room.

“Better safe than sorry, Carl.” you replied, blinding him with your flashlight for a second. He complained, making you chuckle even louder. “I’ll go bring my stuff to Daryl.”

Carl kept going through the shelves. “Okay, I’ll keep on looking around here.”

You’ve been just around the corner on your way to Darly, who was talking to Sasha at your truck, when you heard your brother screaming.

“Carl?!” You quickly dropped the backpack from your shoulders, running back as fast as you could. Back in the room you saw your brother being attacked by a walker. Without a second thought you started sprinting towards them. Carl was pushing him away but the thing wouldn't let go. You tore the walker off of Carl, ready to ram your knife into its skull when you lost your footing.

Carl watched in horror as his sister and the walker fell into the dark pit. “Y/N!”

His father, Daryl and Sasha were beside him in no time. Daryl immediately jumped after them, shining his flashlight to find them. Rick quickly followed while Sasha stayed with Carl, shining her own flashlight from above.

“She’s here!” Daryl yelled, waving at Rick to come over. “She’s knocked out.”

“Goddamnit.” Rick cursed, slicing his hatched into the walker's head, making sure it stayed dead. “Help me take her.”

An ear piercing scream echoed through the basement, when the men tried to move you. “Don't touch me, don’t touch me,” you repeated over and over again, unable to breathe.

“Christ…” Daryl whispered, when he moved his flashlight down to your belly. The whole place turns silent except for your shallow and rapid breathing.

When you tore off the walker, the momentum was too great and when you fell, you got impaled by the remains of an old metal railing. A metal rod stuck out of the left side of your abdomen. Lucky adrenaline was pumping through your system, dulling most of the pain but you had to act quickly.

Afraid, you looked up towards the ledge of the pit. “Is Carl okay?”

“He’s alright,” Your father assured you, kneeling down to your side.“We have to get you off it-” Rick tried to touch you again but you pushed him away.

"Absolutely not!” You panted, “That thing is the only thing that’s keeping me from bleeding out right now.” You took in your injury, quickly deliberating if you might have hit critical organs but your mind couldn't focus on anything, still in shock.

After a moment of consideration, your team decided to use the found tools to cut the metal rod from the railing. After half an hour, you’ve been freed and once your team got you into the truck, you quickly took off.

By the time you were arriving in Alexandria, you’ve been screaming almost nonstop. The soothing effect of adrenaline had already worn off, leaving you in excruciating pain. Even the slightest bump on the road shook you to the core, making even breathing unbearable.

Daryl carried you into the infirmary with your team running after him. He laid you down onto the cot while Sasha and Carl quickly disinfected their hands and arms. You tried to sit up, your lungs burning from the panting. As you looked down onto the rod, you guessed it definitely went through your intestines but most likely nothing else, although it was hard to determine, as it seemed to be at an angle.

“How do we pull it?” Rick asked you, concerned yet also soothingly calm. "Quickly or slowly?”

You tried to take a few deep breaths, trying to control your nerves. After a moment, you instrucked everyone. “Slowly, while one is pulling the other has to stuff gauze into the wound, all the way through and press it down.” "Stitches?" Carl asks, already holding several pads of gauze in his hand.

“May… maybe.” Your world started spinning and your words to slur. “Imma pass out…”

Sasha quickly came to stand behind you, carefully gripping the rod. “You’re ready?” She asked Carl, who nodded at her. “Okay, go!”

You screamed from the top of your lungs, as the rod slowly pushed its way through your flesh. “Fuck it, quick. QUICK!” Sasha did as she's been told, almost ripping the rot out of your back.

All of Alexandria heard what was going on in the infirmary, it was impossible not to. The screams were blood-curdling, but what was even worse than that was the silence that followed soon after.

_ _ _

Carl’s wiping a tear away. It still hurts to think about what had happened. “We just couldn’t get the bleeding to stop and then… she didn’t move.” After a quiet sob, Carl tries to continue. “Daryl then decided to cauterize the wound out of desperation.”

That’s why the wound looked as nasty as it did, Negan realizes. “Internal bleeding wasn’t a concern of yours?”

“We were desperate, Negan!” Carl’s voice falters. “We didn’t know what else to do.”

Negan scratches his beard. He really can’t blame them, they did what they could in that situation. It amazes him just how brave that woman is. Commanding people around while having a damn piece of metal sticking out of her body? She’s got balls of steel.

“I was so sure the room was clear.” Carl sobs into his sleeve. The boy is plaguing himself with guilt. “It’s all because of me. She almost killed herself protecting me-”

“And I’d do it again.”

"Sunshine!" Negan bolts off the sofa towards his bed. He’s squatting down to be on your eye level. “Fuck, Sweet-Thing,” He can’t help but to curse, his eyes are full of worry. Carefully he tugs a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You need anything? Food, painkillers?”

“All good.” You tell him with your still hoarse voice. “Just… tired.”

He smiles at you but it doesn’t reach his eyes. The concern is still too present in his features. “You scared the living shit out of me.”

You slightly frown at him. “I’m sorry-”

“You don’t have to be sorry about anything, Sweet-Thing.” He tells you, gently petting your hair. “Just get some rest and get better, alright?”

“Alright,” you smile softly at him before drifting off again.

Once certain you’re asleep, Negan rises up to his full height again. He moves into the middle of the room, deep in thought. Eventually he says. “Go to your room, kid. It’s late already.”

Carl fiddles with his sleeve nervously. “Actually I wanted to ask you if I can stay for the night. Just tonight?”

Negan lets out a deep breath through his nose. The kid is just worried about his sister and he sympathizes with him. After a long moment of consideration, he eventually gives in. “The sofa’s yours.” Carl quickly relocates his belongings, while Negan goes for the door. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He announces before closing the door behind him.

The head of the Saviors starts moving on towards the room he let get prepared for Carl. So far it has remained unused. That boy was so worried about his sister, he refused to leave her side even for one minute. As long as he did not interfere with the doctors work, he was allowed to make himself a makeshift bed in the clinic.

Once inside the room, Negan takes a look around. A chair in the corner catches his eyes and he moves towards it to sit down. He wipes his tired eyes before removing the radio from his belt. He is so tired, the last three days were nerve wracking. It’s not like he did not ask about what had happened to his Sunshine because he didn’t care, but because the whole situation was just overwhelming. Seeing her like that really hit a spot.

Exhausted, he rests his arms on his knees, looking at the radio for a moment before pushing the button. “Rick, it’s me. Negan.”

White noise is his only answer until after a short moment. “I’m listening.”

“Y/N’s woken up.” He informs the other man. “She’ll be fine.”

Silence and more white noise, after a while Negan is certain that Rick had put the radio away until he hears his sobby voice again.

“Thank God.”

Chapter Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 - COMING SOON!

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Welcome To The Sanctuary

Negan x Reader (Rick’s Daughter)

Chapter 1: Something Eerie

Chapter Summary: It was supposed to be just another pickup day - not a nightmare. Rick is ready to strike against Negan, but all war efforts come to a complete stop, when the life of the woman both men care about the most is on the line.

Wordcount: 2157

Era: Season 7

- Part 5 of the The One And Only Series -

Chapter Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 - COMING SOON!

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

It’s late in the morning, when a small convoy of trucks makes its way down the deserted roads.

The Saviors are heading to their bosses favorite community. Negan is almost mindlessly driving behind one of the trucks, watching the all too familiar suburb passing by his windows. Today is pickup day for Alexandria and he can’t wait to see what Prick’s people got him this time. It better be good after all the trouble his son caused last week.

It probably won't be much, he muses. Not that he cares too much about it but the town is now short of three more people. It certainly has to put their scavengers under even more pressure. But then again, Rick and especially his Sweet-Thing had to deal with even worse conditions in the past, when coordinating their teams and if anyone can get shit done, it’s her.

After the events of last week's pickup, Negan had to think of her constantly. She must have known about Spencer's plans or at least had to have a suspicion, given how stressed she was, when he first approached them. What a slimy asshole and a coward on top. There is no doubt in his mind his Sunshine would have killed him for what he tried to do. Luckily she didn’t have to lift a finger, she is already close enough to getting exiled as it is and also Negan was more than willing to lend a hand in that matter.

As much as he can't stand Rick, he's got to admit that he's doing a good job - that is keeping his people alive and scavenging good stuff. Also he is well experienced from his years outside of that town and kept so many people alive during that time. That knowledge is priceless in times like this and Negan actually respects him for it. That Spencer really thought he'd not just be as good but even better than Rick as a leader is not only astonishing but also downright pathetic. That asshole got what he deserved.

Still, there is one thing from this whole ordeal that’s still leaving a bitter taste in Negan's mouth and that is the death of the fat woman. He disliked her and was never subtle about it but he knew she was somewhat close to his Sunshine and although it was Arat’s decision to take her out, he still feels sorry for Y/N.

He can’t forget that burning anger in her eyes, when she glared at that bitch that tried to shoot him. He'd be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little bit turned on by the sight of it, as out of place as it was. After all his Sweet-Thing is hot as hell when she’s pissed and she’s been seething.

Negan can’t help but smile at that memory. He’s so excited to see her again. It surprised him how much he actually enjoyed their little game of hide and seek. It made the whole affair even more enticing. Still he’s glad people somehow found out eventually. Hopefully this will result in more time with her than rushed quickies every now and then. Given the new circumstances, Negan decided to retire his RV for the time being and left it in The Sanctuary. There is no need for it anymore and her bedroom will do just fine. He really can’t wait to take his time with her.

Finally the high walls of Alexandria are slowly coming into view and the head of the Saviors focuses back onto the road ahead of him. Slowly the gate opens up, making way for the convoy. Negan scans the guards standing on the wall but his Sunshine is nowhere to be seen. She’s not on duty right now it seems.

The trucks drive through the gate onto the parking lot and Negan stops his car right on top of the convoy. The Saviors gather around their vehicles, ready to go through today's pickup. Negan jumps out of his car, shutting the door shut.

Uncomfortableness is creeping up his spine immediately - Something is wrong.

Somehow he has the feeling that something is off but Negan just can’t put his finger on it and it's making him feel quite uneasy. Suddenly on high alert, he's looking around the area. Usually around this time Alexandrians would roam the street, watching the activities but the streets are empty.

Except for one person.

“Ah, Rick!” Negan calls the approaching man with a bright smile that quickly dies again. The closer Rick gets, the more his sorry state becomes visible. The man looks like he’s seen a ghost. His skin is pale, only accentuating the redness of his sunken eyes. The hell happened to him?

Once he’s reached the Saviors, Rick greets them with a weak nod of his head. “Negan. Your stuff’s at the pantry.”

A frown settles on Negan's face. Rick’s not meeting his eyes and while that’s nothing out of the ordinary, in fact it’s quite welcome, it still seems off. The other man’s not avoiding his gaze like he used to but is just staring into the void. What the hell is going on here? After another quick glance around the area, still not seeing his Sweet-Thing, Negan asks, “Where’s Y/N?”

Rick swallows hard. After a moment, he states. “She’s out scouting.”

This statement only adds to the distressing feeling in Negan’s gut. Rick is so obviously lying. She would never go out scouting with a different car than her stupid Mini. The Mini that is clearly sitting in the far corner of the parking lot.

Negan takes one step closer to Rick, his eyes narrowing. But before he can confront Rick about his observations, he sees a woman appearing in the corner of his eye. She’s stepping out of the infirmary. That’s one of Sunshine’s team, he realizes. The woman is crying and wiping her tears. Blood is dripping from her hands.

Negan’s eyes switch between her and Rick. Something is going on. After one final glance at the other man who’s still not meeting his eyes, Negan gets moving. He pushes himself past Rick without a word, heading for the infirmary. Rick’s about to say something but when he sees Sasha standing on the porch, he keeps his mouth shut, following Negan with his head down.

Knots tighten in Negan's chest. The air feels tense, almost eerie. There is not a single person in sight and the whole town is silent. Only the sound of boots moving over the gravel can be heard. It’s quite goosebumps inducing. The head of the Saviors tries to calm himself down, he can’t have his nerves get the better of him.

When they reach the porch, Sasha moves out of their way to the side. She looks at Rick, even more tears are running down her cheeks when she slowly shakes her head at him. Negan can’t see Rick's reaction but at the moment he doesn’t care. All he wants is to find out what’s going on. With the unpleasant feeling in his gut quickly growing, he opens the door and moves inside.

Once through the door, the man is being hit with the pungent smell of blood. His nose crinkles to its own accord and he is met with another puffy red eye. Rick's boy is sitting on a chair next to a cot, looking up at him with a tear stained face, holding the hand of the person lying there.

When Negan's eyes eventually wander to the cot, he stops dead in his tracks. Sunshine. Negan almost forgot how to breathe. There is so much blood.

"It's been an accident." Rick's small voice sounds behind the boss, but he barely registers the other man. Negan moves forward, coming to stand right next to Carl. The boy doesn’t say a word, only holding the hand of his sister in silence.

Negan’s eyes roam over her. His Sunshine is almost unrecognizable, the way she's lying there, completely still, unconscious. Her skin is so pale, almost gray. Bandages are wrapped around her exposed middle but there is still so much blood on her, the cot, the equipment. A rusty metal rod on the cart catches Negan's attention briefly but he quickly moves his eyes back to the big crimson red spot on her belly.

"It happened so fast." Rick tries to explain, "We couldn't-"

"Got a doc or something?" Negan cuts him off immediately, his eyes not leaving her.

Rick’s just looking at his daughter. "She's… she’s our medic.”

Negan’s clenching his jaw. A quiet fuck is leaving his lips as he’s running his ungloved hand through his hair, still taking all of this in.

She’s dying.

Once that thought passes his mind, Negan snaps back from his spinning mind. He moves his attention back to her father, “Prepare her for transport. I’m taking her with us.”

“No-” Rick is about to argue, but there is no room nor time for a debate right now.

“I see you still don't understand what your daughter means to me, Rick.” Negan states in a serious tone, towering over the other man. “I’ve got a doc and a clinic. She’s coming with me.”

“I'm coming with you.” Surprised, both men look at the boy. “So she won't be alone.”

After a short moment of consideration, Negan agrees and nods at him. “Fine. Pack her some things.” Carl carefully places his sister's hand on the cot again, before quickly rushing out of the room. Negan turns his head back towards Rick again. “You get her ready,” he orders, before brushing past him, getting his car.

Rick watches him leave before moving his attention back to his daughter again. Slowly he comes closer, taking her hand in his. His eyes well up again as he looks at her. He raises her hand to his lips, praying to any God who cares to listen, to make her stay, to not take her away. “I love you so much,” he whispers against her skin. It pains him so much to see her like that.

After a new wave of tears are threatening to stream down his face, Rick realizes he has to get going. With as much care as he can muster, he puts a blanket around his daughter, wrapping her up into a cocoon before slowly lifting her up into his arms. Cautiously he hugs her against his chest. “Please don't leave us, Y/N.”

Eventually Rick starts moving, bringing his daughter outside. Sasha is sitting on the railing, still fighting the tears, trying to take a breath and calm down. She offers to help him but Rick doesn't seem to notice her as he’s passing her by without a word. Negan parked his car right in front of the house, Carl is already waiting next to it with a duffel bag in his hand.

Rick walks down the steps attentively, going towards the car. Negan, who just finished instructing Simon to carry on with the pickup, comes closer, ready to take over but Rick moves past him. Carl quickly opens the door before helping his father to slowly and carefully lay his sister down onto the back seat of the car. Rick tugs her in one more time, whispering to her to keep fighting, to please wake up again, before he has to reluctantly let go of her.

As much as he hates Negan and as much as he distrusts him with every fiber of his being, if that man can save her, he will swallow all his hatred up. He’d do everything in and beyond his power for her. All he wants is for his daughter to open her eyes again.

Negan comes to stand next to Rick, looking at him with something close to compassion in his features, “Whatever happens, either way, I’ll let you know.” He's reaching out his hand, offering the other man a two-way radio.

Rick only nods silently, taking it. After one final look at his daughter, he's moving away. Negan lets out a sharp whistle, gaining Carl's attention. “Jump in.” The boy does as he’s been told, hopping into the passenger seat while Negan hurries onto his.

The engine roars to life as they quickly take off and hit the road. Rick watches them drive out of the gate. His heart is shattering into a million pieces. This feels way too much like a last goodbye.

Sasha’s slowly approaching him. She puts her hand on his shoulder in a comforting gesture, but there is nothing that can console him.

Negan is racing down the streets as fast as he can. Adrenaline is rushing through his veins. Please, let it not be too late. It’s dead silent in the car. Now more than ever is he afraid of noises.

Dreading to hear the tell-tale sound of quiet groaning.

Chapter Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 - COMING SOON!

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Another part of Rick's daughter coming out any time soon??

I am currently writing the next part and will post it as soon as it's finished! But I can't make any promises about a soon release.

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The Missing Piece

Chapter 2: Strange Feelings

Chapter Summary: Goodneighbor is facing quite some problems but Hancock needs a break. It's hard to concentrate with his mind spiraling back to the woman from the vault.

Wordcount: 2159

Chapter Index:

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8 / Ch. 9

Masterlist

The last week has been a mess.

The group of green skins that have attacked Nick and Blue settled down not far away from Goodneighbor. In fact, they came far too close for Hancock’s liking. He and Fahrenheit spend the last few days working hard on finding a solution. So hard even that John didn’t have time to take one of his little chem breaks every now and then to take off the edge.

His usually blurred mind sobered up over the time and got almost completely clear and sharp and it just wouldn’t shut up. Though being sober isn't something John is unfamiliar with, the sheer chaos in his head had kept him from concentrating.

Thoughts were racing through his head, bringing past demons back into focus. His mind zoned out constantly, brought him back to diamond city, to the things he did and didn’t do. But the worst part was the anxiety. Out of the blue he’d feel knots tightening in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He’d find himself clenching onto his sofas or desk, his chest heaving. At first he thought it might be some kind of bad tripping or a response to the never ending flood of pictures in his head. But he knows what that feels like and it doesn’t come close to whatever is going on with him now. It’s something he has no idea how to handle.

His nerve-racking arm was just the cherry on the top. Amari couldn’t find what was causing that unpleasant feeling and ended up just injecting Med-X. It did not help in the slightest, but Hancock didn’t bother to tell her. He thanked her for her help with Blue and his arm and quickly left.

“Hancock, what the fuck?” She asks, looking up from the map on the table. John’s face stays unreadable sternly, if she wouldn’t know him as well as she does, she’d find it quite intimidating. “That’s just bullshit! Are you even listening to what I’m saying? We are low on supplies as it is.” She points onto the map. “We can't go in with two teams, the two blocks are still raider territory, we'd have to -"

Needless to say that John’s mood soured quickly over the past few days and Fatenheit is getting sick of it.

“I’ve said two teams and two teams will get sent.” His voice is uncomfortably calm. The guards around the makeshift warrable share uneasy glances. Hancock has been really on edge like he is right now. To call the atmosphere in the room tense would be an understatement.

Fahrenheit doesn’t care about what he wants. “I won’t send our men on a suicide mission just because these mutants hurt the robots little girlfriend.”

John's knuckles are turning white from the tight grip on the table. “You do as I say.”

“Nope. Know what, I’m out.” Fahrenheit rounds the table to go for the door. She snips into the air, getting her men moving out of the room. “I am fucking tired of your irrational and stubborn orders. We'll adjourn this whole revenge trip of yours until you get your shit together. Go get your ass to The Third Rail and get wasted or something. It is absolutely impossible to work with you right now!" And with that the woman steps out of the office, leaving Hancock alone in the dim light of a few candles.

He's furious. How dare she talk to him like that? As much as he treasures their friendship, this woman is crossing lines. At the end of the day, he's the mayor and she's just his right hand. He's in charge and that's something she needs to keep in mind. it's one thing to yell at him when they are private and talking eye to eye, no problem with that. But she has to fucking stay in line when it is business related. Especially with their men around.

Her current disobedience is maddening. And the damn migraine isn't helping either. Or his shaking hands. Or the cold sweet. For fuck sake, withdrawals already? The absolute last thing he wants to do is admitting that Fahrenheit was right. Maybe he really should take a break and drown himself in cheap whisky that would make humans go blind. Maybe combined with jet, slowing his spinning mind that won't shut up about things he'd rather not think about.

Well, If they are still having jet and whisky, or alcohol in general that is. Their supply line is still cut. Another problem Hancock still has to solve. Maybe the mutants will kill the raiders or the other way around. That would be the easiest way but that again, nothing in the Commonwealth is easy.

Whatever. There is still an untouched 'survival kit' of all kinds of chems in the drawer of the mayor's desk. It definitely won't save his life when his town of criminals and junkies revolt against him for letting them dry down but at least he would be far away in mindless bliss when they paint his office with his guts.

Damn, since when did his thoughts go down such dark roads? John shakes his head, he really needs a break before his thoughts drive him crazy. With a sigh he takes his pack of smokes and leaves for The Third Rail.

When he passes Ham with a nod in greeting and enters the bar, he gets hit by the smell of cheap perfume, booze, smoke and vomit. Home.

The ghouls face cracks a smile when he sees his favorite detective sitting right at the bar, downing a longdrink, that smells exactly like coolant. Hancock takes the chair next to him. "Look who's here. Mind some company, Nicky?"

The synth huffs a laugh and takes a sip from his drink before he answers. "Not at all. And who am I to reject the mayor of Goodneighbor?"

Hancock orders two whiskeys and downs them both in one needy gulp. The liquid slowly burns its way down John's throat. Damn, he really needed that. While savoring the slow burn, he puts the glasses down with a loud clink.

Nick eyes Hancock with a questioning frown. "Ehm. A bit eager, are we?" Charlie refills the glasses without a comment and hovers away to the other guests.

John pulls out a pack of smokes from his pocket, taking one out and offers Nick one as well. The detective doesn't say no but the frown doesn't leave his face when he takes one.

"Long day in the office." John sighs as he lights up his cigarette before taking a long drag. "How are you doing, Nicky, everyone treating you alright?"

Nick simply nods before he takes another sip. "Yeah, yeah."

John notices the tiredness in the synth's voice. Something is the matter. "So." The ghoul starts. "And what is your excuse for being here? Despite the girls and drinks?" Hancock lets his gaze wander through the bar. All familiar faces are sitting on crates, listening to Magnolia, drinking, fainting. Nothing out of the ordinary. A black haired woman meets his eyes, she smiles at him from under her bangs. Hancock acknowledges her by tipping his hat down a bit before he returns his attention back to his friend who still didn't answer his question.

Nick's eyes are glued at the almost empty glass in his hand while he takes long drags of his cigarette. He looks lost in thought, like he is pouting for whatever reason. "C'mon Nicky, what's bothering you? Everything alright with your vaultie?"

The synth just shakes his head. Eventually he sighs, "No, not really." John feels his stomach drop at that. Were her injuries more severe than they thought, did she catch an infection? All kinds of scenarios are floating around in his head. Nick takes another drag, "But I guess the Doc already told you."

Actually she didn't. John hasn’t talked to her since Nick and Blue came into town. His arm did really go on his nerves, but he didn’t want to bother Amari with it again. He figured it might be part of his ghoulification. Losing some parts other than the nose and ears is normal, usually a toe or two. To lose whole limbs is possible but it's very, very rare. Definitely not something John would be looking forward to but in the end he knew what he got himself into when he made his decision to become one.

Also the last days were very stressful. He was so occupied with his arm and the super mutants, he simply forgot to ask the doc about the woman from a vault.

Which is a total lie.

John found his mind taking him back to the night where Nick and Blue stumbled through the gates ever so often. But lying to himself is easier than facing his worries for a person he barely met. Or the strange clenching of his guts whenever he memorized Blue’s wound and the sheer amount of blood all over her suit and Nick.

John tears his mind away from the memory, "Haven't spoken to her since you two came here. What's wrong?"

The vague answer only adds to the uneasy feeling in Hancock guts. "Care to be a bit more precise?"

Nick just sighs. “A lot.”

"She… well, let's say she's been through a lot and it shows - mentally."

Now that just piques John's curiosity. "What do you mean?"

"You know I don't talk about running investigations, Hancock."

So Blue is an actual client of his. Why the hell would somebody from a vault leave one of the safetes places in the Commonwealth behind to ask a synth detective for help? John hits the synth on his shoulder lightly. "Come on now, Nick. Don't leave me hanging here like that."

Nick puts out his cigarette in an ashtray before looking up to answer. "She's in the Rexford. Talk to her if you want to know more about her story, it's not my place to tell."

Hancock just rolls with his eyes. Of course he could just do that but if he’s honest to himself, her private matters are none of his business. Sure, he could defend himself by playing the 'I'm the mayor of the town and saved your life' card but that's not his style. And technically did Amari save her life - He just stabbed Finn out of the way.

John cringes internally at that. Damn, shes a fucking vaultie after all, her people are not used to the harsh reality outside their giant metal doors. Hell, she even most likely never saw a ghoul before. What must she be thinking of him-

"Good evening, mayor Hancock."

The soft voice behind the men makes them turn their heads towards the source of it. It’s the black haired girl from the table on the other side of the bar.

"Good evening yourself-" John knows her, he is certain of it but what's her name again? Mindy? Suzi? "Pretty." Or just go with harmless, flattering pet names. A method that proved to be very sufficient over the years. The woman gives him a bright smile in response. "What can I do for you?" John asks even though he already knows what she's up to.

She bites her lower lip playfully, all of the sudden acting shy. "Well, I wondered if you'd like to have some company later, you know?”

Yeah, just like John thought. Nick looks at him with a knowing smile on his face but doesn't say anything. The ghoul considers her invention for a moment. The main dilemma for the last few years, ever since he became mayor of Goodneighbor - Sex or drugs.

Both at the same time can be fun, too. But the possibility of passing out during a one night stand, being that vulnerable around a person who is just interested in his caps or chems, or just has a weird ghoul fetish, that's stuff nightmares are made of. At least his. So no, both are not an option.

"You can have him." Nick says nonchalantly as he stands up from his chair. "I've finished my drink anyway and I have a client to take care of."

Jealousy hits John like a bolt of lightning. A feeling he didn't have in a very long time. It's so sudden and without warning, it takes him off guard. He tries not to read too much into that and turns his attention back to Trudy. Or Ruby? The woman takes Nick's seat immediately even though John hasn't answered yet. With a sigh on the remaining of his lips he just gives in. No drugs tonight then. But before Nick is out of earshot, John calls after him. There is one burning question he needs an answer for. "Nick! Blue ain't her real name, is it?"

The synth waves at him as he makes his way to the exit. "It's not."

Chapter Index:

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8 / Ch. 9

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If its alright, can you tag me in your hancock fix "the missing piece"? I don't wanna miss any new chapters 😊

Welcome on board! 😃

Also, your name? Mood!

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The Queen For A King

Negan x Reader (Rick’s Daughter)

Chapter 3: Aye For An Eye

Chapter Summary: Negan brings Carl back home - save and sound. He's thinking about how to punish Rick for what his boy did, when a new opportunity arises. While Rick's gone, Spencer is shooting his shot. Things quickly escalate with you sitting on the fence. Alexandria is done living in fear - this means war.

Wordcount: 7698

Era: Season 7

- Part 4 of the The One And Only Series -

Chapter Index:

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

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It’s late afternoon when Alexandria is set on high alert. For the second time today the guards on the wall announced the arrival of the Saviors. The people in the town are concerned and are getting nervous, some coming outside to take a look while some stay inside, locking their doors.

You’re already making your way from your house to the gate. Something must be wrong, they would not have come back otherwise. People around you seem on edge, rightfully so you muse. You yourself are feeling uneasy. Your father is out of town, on a trip with Aaron. Daryl and Michonne are out hunting, leaving the town pretty defenseless, should shit hit the fan. Hopefully it won’t come this far.

The street is swarmed with worried Alexandrians. With quick steps you make your way down the street towards the parking lot, feeling the uneasiness making your stomach churn. Between the gathering Saviors you spot their boss and suddenly you stop in your tracks. Carl is jumping out of one of the trucks. Immediately is Negan grabbing him, pushing the boy forcefully up the street. At once you start sprinting towards them.

Negan releases his hand from the back of Carl's neck when seeing you running. Carl has only a moment to brace for the impact before you knock the wind out of him. You cling on him so tight he struggles to breathe. “For fuck sake, Carl!” You greet him, “I’ve been sick with worry!” After a few moments you release your brother from the constricting hug, glaring at him. “Where the hell have you been?”

Negan’s voice sounds behind you. “I’ll tell you in a minute.” He nods towards your house. You understand the silent command and get moving without another word, Carl trailing behind you. Thousands of questions are swirling around your head. Did Negan have something to do with Carl's disappearance? What did Carl do and where the hell are his bandages?

Once at your home, Negan opens the front door and swagers inside with you and your brother following. You quickly move over into the living room where Olivia is frozen in place. She looks between you and Negan. Ever so slightly do you shake your head no at her before gathering the documents and clipboards that are scattered all around the floor.

“What have you ladies been up to?” Negan asks with a raised eyebrow.

With the inventory of the sewers in your hand you say “Going over stock of the pantry,” you explain, looking at Olivia. “Wanna take a look?” You press your lip into a thin line while Oliva’s staring at you with wide blown eyes.

“Nah, bore me with that crap next week.” Negan waves you off, sauntering into the kitchen. “My visit isn’t business related.” After a quick sigh of relief you hand Olivia the documents, she’s about to pack up and go when Negan appears behind you two. “Where’s Rick?”

You’re about to answer but when you turn around, you see him looking at Olivia. Her eyes land on you for a brief moment, before moving on to Negan. “I… I was just-”

“Don’t care.” Negan cuts her stammering off. “Where’s Rick?”

“Um, he’s…” Her eyes still travel between you and the man in front of her. You know how scared she is of the Saviors and you feel sorry for her. “Rick’s out… scavenging for you.”

“Cool.” Negan grins at her. “I’ll wait.”

He’s about to turn around again, when Oliva says. “He went pretty far. They might not be back today.” You know what she’s doing and admire that she dares trying to get rid of Negan. But Oliva quickly crumbles under Negan's stare. “We… we’re running pretty low. On everything." Her hands start to tremble. “We’re practically starving.”

That’s a bit over dramatic and Negan catches on immediately. “Starving?” He asks, his eyebrows raised. With a step further towards Olivia, he has to crack a smile, pointing at her. “You?”

Tears instantly well in Olivia's eyes and you look at Negan in utter disbelief, your mouth wide open. Oliva turns around, wiping her tears away while you fix Negan with your eyes, glowering at him. He just shrugs his shoulders, mouthing a quiet “Really?”

He rolls his eyes before apologizing. “Jeez, I’m sorry…” He looks back at you and you mouth him her name. “Olivia? Olivia, look. I’ll be waiting for Rick, which means I’ll be here for a while. Why don’t you be a lamb and make us a little limonade? I for a fact know you guys still have some of that powdered stuff.”

The woman wipes the last tear away before saying. “Well, I was supposed to-”

“Make it.” The apologetic and gentle tone in Negan’s voice is completely gone and his expression slowly turns stern.Olivia just nods, before taking the clipboards and going for the door.

Once the door closes behind her, you turn back towards Negan “Was that really necessary?”

“Oh, c’mon, sweet thing.” Negan sighs, “I had a long day, cut me some slack here.”

With a shake of your head you decide to let it go and turn towards your brother who hasn’t moved the whole time. ”So, what’s going on, what happened?”

Negan leans against the kitchen table. “Well. Your brother dear went on a mission today.” You are tilting your head, your eyes moving from Negan towards your brother. “He, all by himself, sneaked onto one of my trucks and shot two of my men down in an attempt to assassinate me.”

Worry quickly takes over, hastily you take Carl’s face in your hands, scanning him for injuries “Oh my god, are you okay? Wait- are you okay?” You ask, snapping your head back at Negan.

The man just huffs a laugh. “I am unharmed and that little shit-head is unharmed.” He pushes himself from the table, aimlessly wandering through the kitchen. “When did you say your father would be back?” He asks before turning around to face you.

You just shrug your shoulders. “Most likely today but I can’t tell for certain.”

“Well, guess I’ll be puttin’ up my feet up and wait for your father.” Negan walks back towards you and Carl. “Where can I find the bathroom?”

You point up behind you, “Upstairs the first door to your left.“

"Thanks.” Negan rounds you two to go for the stairs. “In the meantime, your little assassin can tell you all about his big plan, huh, Carl?”

With slow steps you move towards the kitchen table before taking a seat. “Actually, I’d really love to hear what the hell you were doing.” The boy reluctantly gets moving, your demanding stare forcing him to take a seat opposite from you. “And?” you ask, still waiting for him to speak up.

“I…” Carl starts, troubling to talk. “He- I…” After a deep breath, Carl tries again. “I wanted to help-”

“By getting yourself killed?” Your voice raises on its own accord. “By killing Negan? Are you insane?!” Carl doesn’t meet your eyes, looking down on the ground, biting his cheek. After you take a deep breath, you tone your voice down again. “Christ, Carl. Can you please tell me what happened?”

The change in your voice makes him look back at you again. After a moment he finally talks, explaining the whole situation, about the attempted murder, about the factory, about his punishment.

“Fuck…” you whisper to yourself, your head in your hands, still taking all of that it. All you can think about are the possible consequences for your family and Alexandria. People are going to die. Eventually you look up at your brother again. “Goddamn, Carl. Did you take only one moment to consider what would happen afterwards?”

Your brother shrugs his shoulders, looking back at the ground, “In that moment, that didn't matter to me.”

Now your anger is flaring back to life. “You’re so much like dad, it’s infuriating! How can you be so goddamn careless?”

Carl's head snaps up, “Because you’re always trying to protect everyone but no one is protecting you!”

You’re taking aback by this statement. It warms your heart to no end, to know your baby brother would go far and beyond for you. Still, what he did was unreasonable. “Carl… I don’t need protection-”

“Of course you do!” Carl states, “No one was helping you, when Negan came into our house-”

“Carl!” You yell, to cut him off. “I am your biggest sister. Protecting you is my job and I do it with all my heart. I appreciate you standing up for me but I wished you had talked to me beforehand. Then you’d have known I don’t need protection, not from Negan.” The boy’s eyebrows furrow. “I am with him because I want to.”

Carl's looking at you with a wide open eye, “But… Dad and Daryl, I heard them say he forces you to-”

You stop him right there, “He’s never forced me to do anything, Carl.”

But Carl is shaking his head, he can’t believe what he is hearing. After a moment he asks, “Is…Do you love him?”

You quickly look up the stairs, making sure you can’t be heard before looking back to your brother. “I… I wouldn’t call it love, but I’d be lying if I said I’d feel nothing.”

“I… I just don't understand.” Carl whispers, visibly struggling with the information. “He is a monster, Y/N. Do you know what he did to one of his workers? He burned off his face with an iron!”

Your eyebrows shoot up at that. “So that’s what happened to Dwight's face.” What could he have done to be punished like that?

Carl’s frown only deepens at your response, “Who cares about Dwight? Have you forgotten about Abraham, about Glenn?”

You almost roll your eyes, “I certainly did not and I am tired of people acting like I’m suffering from amnesia.” You fold your arms over your chest. “There is not one single day I don’t think about them, Carl. Still, the thing with me and Negan just… happened. I know what he did, I saw it, but I also saw that he cared. About me..”

The boy just looks down at the table, thinking about that for a moment. After a deep breath you tell him. “I’ll answer you any question you have.”

Carl’s eye moves up to you again, “So you two are together? It's like with you and Raul?”

You cringe at that name. It’s been a very long time since you’ve thought about your ex. Well, technically you two never broke up, but when the dead started walking and Atlanta got bombed, you assumed he’d died. It just made it easier for you.

You shake your head at Carl. “No, it’s nothing like what I had with Raul, it’s-”, you stop.What exactly is that between you two, just sex? You can’t say that to your brother. And if you’re honest with yourself, it stopped being just sex a while ago, didn't it? “It’s different.” You finally tell him. “But still… nice.”

Carl’s biting his cheek again, “You’re… happy?”

You lean onto the kitchen table, thinking over it for a second. “When we two are together, yeah. I am.”

Silence scratches. Carl just keeps looking at the table, taking it all in and you keep looking at him, unsure what else to say. After a long while, Carl looks up at you again. “What’s going to happen now?”

You shrug your shoulders, “Honestly, I have no idea. We’ll see once Dad’s back.” With a tired sigh, you let yourself fall back into the chair, one arm over your eyes. “First Spencer, now you, I need a damn break.”

"Spencer?" Carl asks, “What’s up with him?”

You shake your head at him, “That’s something I’ll discuss with Dad ‘n Daryl, Carl.”

“You guys can stop trying to shield me”, the boy pouts, “ I am old enough for serious topics, you know?”

“Oh, obviously.” The sarcastic tone is impossible to miss as you wave vaguely at the stairs.

Carl sights before turning silent again, seemingly pouting. After a tired sigh, you decide to tell him. “Okay, Spencer reached out to me today, told me he wants to get rid of Dad, so he can become the leader and not only that, he requested an alliance, so he and I would both be in charge.”

Carl's eyebrows raise up at that. “What? He can’t just do that? And with you together, doesn't he know you can’t stand him?”

“He did not ask me to do it because of sympathy, Carl.” You explain. “He just wants to use me. He needs our group and therefore someone able to keep them from acting out at him, should he become the new leader while simultaneously using me for my connections with Negan.”

“We have to do something about him.” Carl urges.

You just nod your head. “Once Dad’s back. Don’t worry, Carl.” You lean back against your chair. “At the moment we have bigger problems ahead.”

Your little brother looks outside the kitchen window before he beams at you. “We still got one good thing out of it!” You raise a questioning eyebrow at him. “Now I know where their base is. I can show Dad!”

The urge to roll your eyes almost wins when you tell him, “Carl, come on. Do you really think I have been scouting out the whole era for over a year now and don't know where their damn base was?”

To be fair, it took you quite some time to find The Sanctuary. It’s been a few trips out of D.C, scouting out the suburbs and nearby warehouses until you stumbled around blocked off streets. Once you came across the trapped pathways you knew someone was keen to keep the riff-raff out of their territory. It was intimidating and at first you stayed away from that particular suburb. Up until your talk with Negan. When he looked at your map and pointed out the blue pin that was sticking out of that place, you knew what you’d find there. Still you’d not be able to pinpoint the exact location of his home, but that’s fine. You’d just have to follow the trapped streets to find them.

The excitement left Carl’s face as quickly as it came to light. “Really? Why didn’t you tell us then?”

“You really need an answer to this?” You look at him with raised eyebrows. “I told nobody for a reason, no one in this community could handle the responsibility that comes with that information. Can you imagine what would happen if people knew? War, Carl. And you can bet I’ll do everything I can to prevent that from happening. I won’t tell anyone where they are and neither will you.”

Another pout. Carl’s voice can’t hide how hurt he is, “You… you don’t even trust me?”

You sigh again.“Its not like that, It’s-WHAT THE FUCK?”

Negan is walking down the stairs, grinning from ear to ear. “That noticeable?” His beard is gone, he must have shaved it in the bathroom.

“What the fuck?” You repeat, shooting out of your chair and moving towards him. Negan looks so different without his beard, it’s insane. “Why?”

“It started to get on my nerves. Why, you don't like it?” He asks, grinning.

You shrug your shoulders, “I dunno. You just look… different.”

“Ouch.” He places a hand over his heart. “Don’t worry, sweet thing.” He reaches around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “I’ll grow it back if you like it that much.” He leans down to whisper in your ear. “I do know you liked the it scratching your thighs when I-”

“Negan!” You hit him on the chest. “Not in front of my brother.”

Negan just chuckles. “Alright, fine.” He lets go of you and heads for the kitchen. “Sunshine, I am starving. You guys still having anything good?”

You look at your brother and ask him if he was also hungry. He only nods. After some thinking you want to suggest something, when Negan can be heard happily squealing from the kitchen. “Spaghetti! Sweet.” He turns from the cabinet towards you, “Sweet thing, gonna give me a hand?”

You move over to the kitchen after ordering Carl to get Judith out of her bed, who just woke up and called for them. Carl does as he’s been told, getting his little sister and bringing her to the living room. He plays with her, while his bigger sister and Negan prepare dinner. He watches them ever so often. For the first time in a long time he sees her sister happy. Actually happy. She is all smiles while she’s cooking dinner with the man.

It’s not the first time Carl ever saw her smiling or laughing, she’d do that frequently at their BBQs at the end of pick up days, at stupid jokes from Eric, at Daryl's grumpy nature. But this right now? This seems different. Carl looks back at his little sister who is playing with a doll. His biggest sister most likely lied without even knowing it. As much as Carl hates to admit it, she and Negan seem to be more like what their Dad and his mom were. This kind of happy.

"Carl, Judith, come sit down." You call them over. "Dinner's ready."

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It's still beautiful outside with the sun still shining high up in the sky. But the air in Alexandria is still thick with tension.

“This feels odd.” You whisper to Negan, your arm folded around his. It’s not the close proximity that's making you uneasy, it’s the staring of everyone around you, although that's the whole point.

After dinner, he suggested you two should take a walk around Alexandria. He argued showing you two together would downplay your situation, making Alexandria care less. You already had your doubts but eventually decided to go along with it.

“It will get better, sweet thing.” He tries to assure you. “Eventually this won’t be a big deal anymore."

“I doubt that Negan.” You really do. It's going to be so awkward at the BBQ tonight, when the Saviors are gone. If they're gone. Negan is still waiting for your father.

"Negan?” You ask, quietly, “Can we please address the elephant in the room?”

You two have not discussed what's going to happen once your father is back. Even though you can already imagine that at least one person has to die for what your brother did, you still want to know for certain.

“Sweet thing, you have nothing to worry about.” Negan assures you. “Neither does your brother, promised.”

Nervously you bite your cheek. It should calm you down knowing that he won't hurt Carl but it doesn't. “What about my father?”

Negan sighs, “Well, your father-”

“Hey, Y/N!”

Your shoulders immediately tense up at the sound of Spencer's voice. Both you and Negan stop in your tracks, looking over at the man that is approaching you.

Once at your side, Spencer ignores you completely. His attention is only on the head of the Saviors. “Hello. We haven't officially met.” He smiles nicely at Negan. “I am Spencer Monroe.”

He raises his hand for a headshake but Negan points at Spencer's other hand that is holding onto a bottle of liquor. “Oh, is that for me by any chance?”

“Yes”, he confirms, still smiling. “Actually I wanted to invite you to a few drinks and might get the chance to talk to you.”

Nausea instantly makes your guts turn and you clench your teeth to keep your mouth shut. This damn asshole is trying something. You’re glaring at Spencer with as much disgust as you can muster, when Negan suddenly lifts your hand that was holding onto his arm to his lips for a quick kiss. “Excuse me, Sunshine. I’ll catch you later, ‘aight?”

Your eyes switch between the two men before you reluctantly let go. With one final warning stare at Spencer, the two men move on to Spencer's porch. He’s going to pander to Negan, trying to get into his good grace, you’re sure of it. Anger is flooding your system. If your father doesn't return today, you have to find a solution. Hopefully he'll be home soon.

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Negan’s leaning back into the chair as the whisky slowly burns down his throat. That sure is damn good. It would be even better if that little bootlicker would shut the hell up.

When that man approached, Negan had half the mind of telling him off until he felt his Sunshine tensing up beside him. He takes her for a ‘no bullshit’ person, so her sudden reaction seemed off. Something was on with this guy and her reaction only piqued his interest. It’s still gonna be a while until Rick’s back, so Negan figured why not play along for a while, just for the heck of it.

It is so obvious what Spancer is trying to do. All his nice smiles and complimenting words are hollow. He’s just as an slimy asshole as Gregory back in Hilltop, only difference is, Gregory is open about it and also fun to scare and manipulate. Spencer on the other hand is trying his best to come off as sincere and the head of the Saviors is eager to find out why.

Negan grabs the bottle and pours himself a second glass when he gets an idea. “This really is good stuff, Spencer. Know what, the only thing missing right now is a pool table. Nothing better than some booze and a game of 8 ball.”

Spencer's face immediately lights up. “Actually there is a pool table.” He points at the garage on the other side of the street. “Right there.”

Negan has to huff a laugh, as if he wouldn't know that. “Oh, really? My, Spencer. You may just be my new best friend in Alexandria.” The other man chuckles, but Negan’s not finished yet. “But it’s such a nice day. Too nice to be cooped up in a dusty garage don't you think? Huh, I might have an idea.”

With a sharp whistle, Negan gets the attention of two close guarding Saviors. He orders them to get the pool table out onto the street. The boss looks at them working with a smile on his face. After another sip from his glass he looks back at Spencer. This is gonna be fun, dragging this slimy dick in front of everyone's eyes.

You step outside right after Olivia. She told you Negan and Spencer were about to play pool in the middle of the street and you just had to take a look for yourself. Carl sneaks out behind you as well. It seems like all of Alexandria is watching whatever is going on there.

The saviors are placing down the balls and handing out the cues to Negan and the other men. The Saviors seem to be unbothered but the Alexandrians seem on edge. Rosita and you lock eyes for a second before she turns around again, crossing her arms over her chest. You and your family stay at the porch while watching the two men at the pool table.

Negan’s eyes quickly scan the forming crowd around them as he takes a long drag from his cigar. When his men are done preparing the table, he says. “Know what, Spancer? I could never do this with Rick. He’d just stand there, scowling. Giving me that annoying side-eye he gives me.”

Spencer himself looks around, seemingly quite uncomfortable. “Well. That's actually what I came to see you about. I want to talk to you about Rick.”

Ah, there it is. Negan knew that guy was on about something. He just chuckles to himself as he prepares his cue with chalk. Once done, Negan leans down to prepare his first shot. “All right. Talk to me Spencer, talk to me about Rick.” The white ball moves over the green, hitting the others. With two balls pocketed, Negan changes positions for his next move.

Spencer is leaning on his cue. “I get what you’re trying to do here, what you’re trying to build. I am not saying I agree with your methods, but I get it.” Negan keeps playing, while listening to this bullcrap, waiting for Spencer to get to the point. ”You’re building a network, making people contribute for the greater good - it makes sense. But you should know that Rick Grimes has a history of not working well with others.”

“Hm,” is all Negan answers to that. He already has a feeling of where this conversation is leading to. “Is that so, Spencer?”

Spencer moves up to the table, now that it’s his turn. “Rick wasn’t the original leader here, my mom was.” Mom. Negan has to fight to keep his face unreadable. A little mommy’s boy. “She was doing a really good job of it. And then, after we allowed Rick and his people in, she died. Same with my brother, same with my dad.”

Negan takes another sip from his glass. “So, everything was peachy here for, what, years?” The mocking tone in Negan’s voice is subtle, but it takes away a little bit of your anger - he is catching on to Spencer's pathetic attempt to dethrone Rick. “And then Rick shows up and suddenly you’re an orphan? That’s the saddest shit I’ve ever heard. Good thing for you he’s not in charge anymore.”

Spencer shakes his head. “Not quite. His word still goes in this community. His ego is out of control. He’ll find a way to screw things up for us, to try and do things his way to take over. That’s what he did to my mom and he’ll do it again.”

The boss takes another sip. This man is unbelievable. Tired of beating around the bush, Negan finally asks. “And what exactly are you proposing to be done about that?”

Spencer smiles slightly. “I am my mother’s son. I can be the leader she was. That’s what Alexandria needs, that’s what you need.”

Negan’s smile grows in return. “So I should put you in charge, huh? That’s what you’re saying?”

The other man nods. “Yes, we all would be much better off.”

“I'm gonna kill him”, you whisper more to yourself than anyone else but Carl heard you. He takes your hand that was already resting on one of your knives and holds it, trying to calm you down. Spencer is such a backstabbing waste of oxygen. Once your father is back home, you’ll have him exiled, if Daryl and Rick won’t do worse.

The boss downs the last bit of whisky in his glass and starts moving around the pool table, seemingly in thought. Spencer looks around the crowd, actively avoiding the people standing on Rick’s porch.

“You got a point, Spencer.” Negan agrees. “The countless times Rick threatened to kill me, his pure hatred whenever he looked at me. The trembling of his balled fists when I'm talking to him. But there's one thing. Right now, he's out there, gathering shit for me, making sure I'm happy and won't harm a hair on anyones head here. He's swallowing up his hate and getting shit done. Now that's taking guts.”

Spencer also moves to stand across from him. “I understand how you might have gotten that impression but what you don’t know is that we’re doing the dirty work. Always living in fear of him eventually fucking this up.”

Negan takes another shot, again pocketing two balls. “Is that really the case, Spencer? You see, managing a community, feeding them, protecting them, keeping them alive - that’s a huge task. You really think you’re capable of that?”

Spencer stands his ground. “I know I am.”

Alright, up until now Negan was just playing with him. Time to finish this game. With his cigar in his hand, Negan once again faces Spencer. “That’s good. Question is, would they really accept you as their new leader, you know, Rick’s people, his friends… his family?”

Negan’s eyes move to Rick's house, to you. Spencer follows his gaze. After a quiet moment, he says “She’ll understand.”

"Try me, Spencer!” You shout, with your free hand again over one of your knives.

Negan's face splits into a smile. His sweet thing’s reaction was all he needed to see. After another drag from his cigar, Negan moves back to the pool table. “See, Spencer. Rick is an annoyance, a fucking pain in my ass. But he knows what he’s doing, keeping this place alive and getting me tons of shit he’s been collecting, either by himself or by coordinating his people and at the end of the day, that’s all I care about.”

Slowly he walks up to the other man. “And then there is you, Spencer. You on the other hand waited for clear air to sneak your way up to me, and try to talk me into doing your dirty work. So you can take his place as a leader, did I understand correctly?”

Spencer is visibly getting nervous but he is trying his best to conceal it. “No, Negan. I-”

“Gets me curious”, Negan interrupts him, “When you wanna take over, why not kill Rick yourself and. Just. Take. Over?”

His nerves are visibly getting the better of him as Spencer tries to speak himself out of this. “See, that's… I mean-”

Negan raises his hand, making him shut up. “Know, what I’m thinking? ‘Cause I have guess. Unlike Rick you have no guts.”

Before even Spencer can react a big and loud gasp can be heard from the people all around. Spencer looks down at Negan's hand that has a hunting knife deeply burrowed into his body. With a sadistic smile on his face, Negan makes a swift motion, slicing Spencer's abdomen wide open. His organs start to pour out and he desperately tries to push them back in as he falls to the ground.

“Oh, my bad.” Negan mocks the dying man. “Looks like you have some. Embarrassing, really. I've never been so wrong my whole life!“

“Back inside!” You usher your brother back into the house. Carl is about to argue but you shut his protest down immediately. “Don’t argue with me, I’ll take care of Spencer, he's gonna turn-.” You move your head back at the scene just in time to see Rosita aiming a gun. “NO!”

BANG!

Time stops. No one is moving a muscle or dares to breathe. It is absolutely silent in Alexandria, until-

“Shit!” Negan screams in shock, in rage. “What the shit?!”

Saviors ram Rosita to the ground, disarming her. Arat holds a knife to her throat, keeping her from moving.

“Shit! You just tried to kill me?!” Negan screams at her. “You shot Lucille!”

“She got in the way.” Rosita sneers.

Your heart is beating violently against your chest. Until now you’ve never seen Negan so enraged. While relieved he’s unharmed you dread what will happen next.

“What is this?” Negan asks, picking up the shell from the ground. “This little bad boy made from scratch? Look at those crimps, this was home made.” His head moves from the woman on the ground over to you. “Sweet thing, I thought I made myself clear about this kinda stuff, wanna tell me who made this?” Rosita swears up and down it was her but his eyes stay on you.

“I had no idea we had something!” You tell him.

He believes you and tries again, moving closer to Rosita, who still insists it was her. Only her. “You may be stupid darlin’ but you showed some great ingenuity here. Arat, move that knife up onto her face.” He leans down to her. “Lucille’s beautiful smooth surface will never be the same, so why should yours?” Rosita just keeps staring up at him. “One last chance. Who. Made. This?”

Rosita leans right into the blade, cutting her face open. “I did!”

Negan has to chuckle at that. “Oh, you’re such a badass! But know what? I think you’re lying, and you lying to me now?!” After a few breaths, Negan calms down a bit. Eventually he says, “Fine. Have it your way. Arat?” The woman holding the knife looks up at her boss. “Kill somebody.”

Immediately you drag Carl behind you, shielding him, when Arat takes her gun out. She doesn’t even aim properly when she shoots up onto your porch. After another bang, Olivia falls to the ground. You look at her lifeless body before turning your head back to the street.

Negan looks at the body as well and recognizes the fat woman as one of his Sunshines friends. Unfortunate. He looks up from the corpse to you and expects you to glare at him but against his expectations are your eyes neither on him nor Arath. They are glowering at the woman who was stupid enough to shoot at him. He can't help but to feel somewhat proud of that. His sweet thing really does understand that she ultimately killed her friend, not him. She gets it.

“We had an agreement!”

Rick’s voice makes everyone look up. Relieve washes over you as you see him making his way towards Negan, pushing through the crowd.

“Rick!” Negan greets him with a wide smile. “Look everybody, it’s Rick! Your people are making me lose my voice with all that yelling.”

Your father looks around him, at the crowd and at Spencer who is lying on the ground in a big red puddle. He is trying to take the chaos in, when Negan starts talking again.

“Hey, Rick. How about a thank you?” Your father looks up in confusion. “Look, I know we started this relationship with me beating the holy shit out of your friends and because of that we might never be braiding our hair, but how about a little credit? I just bet over backwards to show you how reasonable I am.”

Negan points up at Carl, who is still standing behind you. “Your son? He hid in one of my trucks and machine-gunned a bunch of my men down, trying to kill me. And what did I do? I brought him home, safe and sound - even made him spaghetti."

Your father looks up at the two of you with a deep frown, confused and angry.

“And then there was this guy.” Negan continues, pointing at Spencer’s body. “Well, this asshole wanted me to kill you and put him in charge instead.” He moves closer to Rick. “I took him out, Rick. For you.”

Then Negan turns him and Rick around, facing Rosita, who is still being held down by Arat, “And this one? She shot Lucille trying to kill me just now so I gave you one last mouth to feed and by looking at her-” He points at Olivia with his bat, “that mouth did some major damage.”

Rick finally has enough, he turns to Negan, who is smiling at him, “Your shit’s waiting at the gate. Just go.”

Negan huffs a laugh. “Sure thing, Prick. I’ll be gone right after I find the guy or gal that made this bullet. Arat?”

The Savior takes aim at Eric, when suddenly everyone around them claims to be the bullet maker. Negan doesn’t believe any of them until Eugene raises his hand. The man has tears streaming down his face, confessing how he made the bullet, even going into detail. Eventually Negan shuts his stuttering up and orders his men to take Eugene and everything that is waiting for them at the gate.

Rick is about to move away to get to his family, before Negan steps into his way for one last word with him. “Rick, I’m gonna relieve you of that whiny mess and the shit at the gate, but I want you to realize that however much you scavenged, it’s not good enough, because after today, you are in serious, serious debt.” Negan faces the crowd. “Let’s move out!”

The Saviors start moving down the street with Negan following them. Rick stays where he is, watching them go. Eventually you appear next to him, holding a bloody knife. He looks behind him, seeing Spencer with a clean wound on his head. Your voice brings your attention back to you. “I'm so glad you’re back.”

Without a second thought Rick opens up his arm, encircling you in a hug.

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Is awfully quiet around the fire. Out of respect for two people that died today, the weekly get together was held in Aaron’s and Eric's garden.

You’re curled up in your camping chair, listening to the cracking of the fire while your mind wanders around. There are some whispered conversations here and there but overall the people around the fire remain mostly silent. Most seem to be lost in thought as you are. All but one.

“This makes me sick.”

You don’t listen at first until Carl, who is sitting next to you, asks, “What?”

“How she’s sitting there so unbothered,” Rosita speaks up.

“Leave her alone.” Carl’s trying to tell her off but to no avail.

“Why should I?” Rosita is standing up from her chair. “Know what? No. Y/N, you could have done something but decided to stay quiet when the Saviors-”

“You are in no place to tell me shit.” You finally address her.

“Rosita, stop.” Rick intervenes. “A lot happened today but Y/N is at no fault.”

But the woman is not having it. “Of course you’d defend her, I won’t even hold that against you, Rick. But she absolutely could have done-”

“What did you want me to do, Rosita?” You yell over the place. “Spencer had it coming and Olivia and Eugene are all on you.”

“I’m not talking about Spencer!” She clarifies walking up towards you. “But you at least could have helped me, when Negan-”

You stand up from your chair, aggravated by her rant, “I sure as hell won't jump between you and Lucille because of your own stupidity.”

“Enough!” Rick shouts. “Enough. What’s done is done. All we can do now is move forward from today.”

“And how so, Rick?” Rosita asks. “More people will die and obviously no one wants to do anything about it.” She’s looking at you, making your blood boil.

“Fuck off!” You almost bark at her. “Olivia died because of you. I buried her today even though it should have been you in that hole.”

Rosita is about to push you for that but Carl steps between you two.

“Carl?” Rick calls him. “Can you please bring Y/N home?”

The two of you go without another word but not before you stare the other woman down on your way out.

“Rosita, please go sit down again.” Rick orders and although the woman is still angry, she does as she’s been told.

Once sure, his kids are out of earshot, Rick stands up from his chair. “After today, I think everyone around here has come to realize that we can’t keep on going like this anymore. The Saviors will not stop degrading us, hurting us, killing us. No matter what we do, no matter how much work we put in, it will never be enough.”

Some people nod, as they listen to Rick. “Today we lost two more people. And more will follow eventually. We all know that. Many of you are tired of it, many are afraid and many are angry. And so am I.”

Rick starts walking around the fire, “I’m gonna purpose something and I want everyone of you on board. Daryl and Michonne are not out hunting, they are negotiating. On one of our scavenging trips, when we were looking for guns, we found a new community. One that is also living under Negan's regime. They are ready to fight back - if we agree on doing the same. The Hilltop already affirmed us that they'd also fight back if Alexandria decided to strike.”

Rick comes to stand, looking around the crowd. “Again, I want all of you on board. Everyone. We can’t do this, if we are divided. We have the gun power, there is more than enough hidden in the forest. And now we’d also have enough men to actually fight back. There will be no turning back, once we’ve started, I want you to know that.”

Rick raises his hand up. “Those who want to fight the Saviors back, raise their hands and say ‘Aye’.”

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I hate the new tumblr version on destop. I wanted to update my drafts but just CANT FIND THEM!

#wirters on tumblr #fml #where are my drafts

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Just letting yall know, the next chapter to my Negan x Rick's Daughter Story's almost finished and is going to be a ~6.000 word behemoth.

I hope, it's going to make up for the ridiculous long waiting time!

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when will there be an update to the neganxdaughter story?😩

I am writing the new chapter as we speak! ✒️ My life is a dumpsterfire right now and has been for the last few months, so my time for writing is very sparse at the moment. ☹️

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my car broke down again for the third time in 6 months (the alternator this time) and I spent pretty much the rest of my savings on fixing it. with April having so many public holidays that I gave only done one week with a full week of work, I am struggling. If you would like a texture commission for mass effect, dragon age, or skyrim se, please message me. I am desperate

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The Queen For A King

Negan x Reader (Rick's Daughter)

Chapter 2: Be My Guest

Chapter Summary: Carl will kill Negan for what he's done to you. Your brother is already at The Sanctuary, all he needs to do is pull the trigger.

Wordcount: 4336

Era: Season 7

- Part 4 of the The One And Only Series -

Chapter Index:

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

Masterlist /Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

Negan's convoy has been driving for a long while now. It’s dead silent in the cargo hold aside from the occasional clicking of bottles when hitting a bump on the road. Carl is still clinging to the rifle in his hand, adrenaline still running through his system. It can’t take much longer for them to reach the Saviors base, the two men driving already talked about it.

What’s he going to do once there? Carl still has no idea. Shot Negan of course, but he didn’t think of much more. He won’t be able to go home, that much he knew when he decided to kill Negan. His big sister will be heart-broken, a thought he absolutely hates, but in his mind it’s still better than having her suffer through whatever Negan was and is still putting her through.

Groaning can be heard outside and the truck is slowing down. Carl peeks up from one of the crates, trying to see what's going on. They are passing a gate that is surrounded by tied up walkers, they must have reached their destination. After a few more moments the convoy finally stops. Carl’s heart is about to jump out of his chest.

All of the saviors exit their vehicles, doors can be heard shut and more and more voices fill the area. Negan's voice catches the boys attention immediately. He's giving orders but before Carl can decide whether to stay put or jump and surprise them, one of the saviors climbs into the cargo hold. He reaches for a crate full of cans when his eyes meet Carls. “What the fuc-”

Carl opens fire immediately, killing the savior and running towards the edge of the hold. More saviors are standing around the truck, looking up at the young boy in surprise. Carl quickly scans the era but is unable to find the man he’s looking for.

“I only want Negan!” Carl yells at the gathering crowd. “He hurt my sister! No one else needs to die!”

Time seems to stop. Everyone is looking at Carl, no one moving a muscle. The whole place is quiet until a familiar tune makes Carl turn his head. Negan is strutting towards the truck with a big grin on his face, angering Carl even more. He is not scared? Carl takes aim at him, but that doesn’t seem to bother Negan in slightes, his smile only grows.

“Damn, kid.” the head of the Saviors says, walking in between his men, making it impossible for Carl to aim properly. “You are adorable. Did you pick that gun ‘cause it looks cool? You totally did, right?” The boss comes to stop right behind one of his men, using him as a meatshild. “Kid, I ain't gonna lie, you scare the shit outta me.”

While being distracted, one of the saviors takes the chance to tackle Carl down but the boy reacts quickly, shooting the man down. The others jump into action also. Dwight, who was ordered to unload the trucks, grabs Carl's feet, tearing him off the truck. Once on the ground, Dwight disarms him, landing a hard blow on Carl’ chest to immobilize him before taking the rifle and aiming at the boy’s heart. Carl looks up at him with wide open eyes, raising his hands to his head, surrendering.

“Dwight, back off.” Negan orders, slowly walking up to the two of them. “Is that any way to treat our new guest?” Carl’s staring up at Negan, his chest heaving from rapid breaths. The boy is scared out of his mind. With a smile Negan’s reaching out his hand. “Come on, kid. I'll show you around.”

But Carl doesn’t move. While still fighting for his breath, he keeps staring at Negan. “You know, you do the same damn stink-eye as your dad.” Negan tells him, slowly getting annoyed. “Except yours is only half as good ‘cause, well, you’re missing an eye.”

Carl starts to glare at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of eliciting a reaction from him.

Negan's smile is slowly fading. “Really, kid?” He asks, the teasing tone in his voice gone. “You really not gonna take my hand? ‘Cause you’re lucky to even still have a hand. A circumstance we can easily change, don’t you think?”

After one final glare, Carl eventually casts his eyes away to the ground, giving in. He reaches out to take Negan's hand, who helps him up onto his feet.

“Ah, smart kid.” Negan chuckles, before turning around to his men. “Dwighty-boy, why don’t you go to the kitchen and do a little prep?” Dwight only nods before disappearing behind the trucks. “New plan, boys”, Negan addresses the remaining men “Let’s burn the dead, unload the trucks after and then restock two of ‘em for later.”

The Saviors get moving and Negan turns back to Carl. “Damn, I got a feeling this is gonna be a long day, kid. I won’t have time to screw any of my wives today.” The comment paired with the shit-eating grin on Negan’s face makes Carl’s blood boil. And just like his father the boy is unable to keep his true emotions from reflecting on his face, amusing Negan to no end. He nods towards the entrance of the building behind them. “Come on.”

Negan takes the lead, but Carl doesn’t move, instead he asks. “What are you gonna do with me?”

The man stops in his tracks, taking a long breath before turning around to face the boy again. After an annoyed sigh, he considers Carl for a moment. Eventually Negan tells him, “Number one, do not shader my image of you. You're a badass, you’re not scared of shit. Don’t be scared of me, it’s a disappointment. Number two-” Negan takes a few steps closer, standing right in front of Carl's face. “You really want me to ruin the surprise?” Carl doesn’t answer, now really pissing Negan off. “Screw you kid.” Negan puts his hand on Carl's shoulder, pushing him forward to get him moving. "Seriously, screw you.”

The both of them go inside the building. Carl takes the chance to look around. The Saviors base seems to be an old factory. From the short glimpse he could get on the truck this place must be huge.

The both of them take a small flight of stairs before stopping in front of two big metal doors. Negan opens one of them and nods at Carl to move inside. He does so a bit hesitant, his eyes not leaving the man. Once the big metal doors close behind them, Negan whispers to Carl. “Check that out.” Before moving on to a balustrade.

Carl follows carefully, looking down at the level below them. It indeed is a huge place. People are swarming around. They don’t look like the Saviors, none of them carry any weapons or are wearing protective gear. Are they off duty? If so, Negan’s army is even bigger than Rick and the others have ever assumed.

When a woman spots Negan leaning against the metal, she quickly hushes the people around her and goes down on her knees. Immediately the whole room, busting with noise, goes silent and everyone follows suit, kneeling down.

Carl can’t help but to frown at that. What are they doing?

Negan casts a quick smile at Carl before talking to his people. “The Saviors have gone out into the world, fought the dead and came back with some really good stuff. Some of that stuff can be yours, if you work hard and-” He pauses to give Carl a quick side eye, “Play by the rules. Today, everybody gets fresh vegetables at dinner, no points needed.”

Smiles all over the place, some clapping and some thank yous here and there. Carl watches the scene in complete disbelief. Negan turns his back to the people. “You see that?” He asks, grinning slightly. “Respect. Cool, huh? They’re still on their knees.” Negan turns his head, yelling over his shoulder “As you were!”

And the people go on about their day. Carl is unable to look away. What the hell is this place?

Only when Negan calls him, does Carl react and get moving.

“Alright, kid.” Negan sighs as he leads them through the factory. “I have some business to attend to before we get to your little surprise.” Carl doesn’t like the sound of that. If Negan wants to kill him, why won’t he just finally get it over with? “Since you’re my guest I figure I’ll just drag you along till we get to you.”

After climbing five more flights of stairs, they’ve reached their destination. This floor looks different from the others, Carl takes a look around while still following Negan. There are plants in every corner, some nice decor here and there, chairs and tables. And a lot of guards.

“Nice up here, huh?” Negan asks, not looking at Carl. “You might recognize some stuff, some was yours before we got it.” Carl ignores Negan’s teasing, which makes him turn his head. “Oh, come one, kid. Brighten up a little. The best thing about this floor is right around the corner.”

Carl keeps following Negan and both enter a new room through big wooden doors. Carl is taken aback. The room is full of what must have been crazy expensive furniture back in the day. His eye lands on the five women huddled around each other.

“Ladies,” Negan announces his presents. All heads turn towards them and the women quickly move to different sections of the room. “Don’t mind the kid.” They must be Negan's wives. Carl doesn’t know how to feel about this. The atmosphere in the room is strange. None of them seems to be happy to see them. Their reaction is nothing like he knows from his parents or Y/N with her boyfriend.

“I know.” Negan smiles at the boy, “Hot, huh? They all look like they're doing the books at an auto shop. You wanna look at their titties?” Carl looks at Negan with wide open eyes. “Hey, I won’t mind, they won't mind. Knock yourself out, kid.”

Negan turns his attention to one of the women. “Can I talk to you for a minute, dear wife?”

A woman with auburn hair looks up at him, she pats the blonde next to her on the shoulder with a small smile before standing up. Negan leads her to the bar, leaving Carl standing in the middle of the room.

To say he feels uncomfortable would be an understatement. While Negan talks to the woman, Carl looks at the other women. They all seem irritated, all but one. The blonde woman sitting alone on a sofa looks like she’s about to cry at any moment. She doesn’t look up from her hands, nervously fidgeting with the jewelry around her fingers. Carl feels sorry for her, something horrible must have happened to put her in such distress.

“Hold that for me, kid.” Negan says, approaching Carl and placing a beer bottle in his hands. “Help yourself, if you want to.” He turns his attention to the woman on the sofa, leaving Carl’s side again.

“Amber, baby,” Negan calls her when sitting down onto the coffee table right in front of her. The woman is shaking like a leaf, not meeting Negnas eyes. “You know I don’t wanna anybody in here who doesn’t wanna be in here, right?”

The woman nods slightly, still looking at her hands. A quiet “Mh-hm.” leaves her lips.

“Mh-hm,” Negan repeats in an almost mocking tone. “So, if you wanna go back to Mark and your mum you can.” He frowns at her. “But what can’t you do?”

The woman takes a deep breath. “Ch… cheat on you-”

“That is-” Negan is only inches away from her face, glaring at her. "Exactly right! You can’t cheat on me.” Amber’s eyes move from Negans back to her hands. Tears start to well in her eyes. Negan doesn’t seem to care. He leans back a little and tells her, “There’s plenty of other gals who would love to take your place and there’s a few job offerings I can think of.”

Negan lets that sink in for a moment, before leaning into her personal space again. “So, Amber, tell me. You wanna go back to Mark and your mum?” There is no response, visibly angering Negan. “Hell, I’ll even put y'all on the same job.”

“No!” Amber’s pleading with him. “No, please. I want to be here. I’ll stay, please. I- I am sorry.”

Negan carefully cups her chin with his hand. “You do know what that means, right?” Amber only starts shaking again, a silent tear falling on her cheek. “You do know what that means, right?”

“I do.” She sobs, “I am so sorry. I love you, Negan.”

“Oh, of course you do, darlin’.” Negan tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t know why you’re crying. It’s all gonna work out easy for you.” After a short glance at Carl, Negan gives Amber a quick kiss on her forehead before standing up again. He can see the kid is troubled about all of this. Good.

Carl watches Negan making his way back to the woman at the bar he talked to earlier. That’s what Darly and his father were talking about late at night, when they thought the others were sleeping. He’s overheard quite the view conversations. That Negan forces women to be with him, although he never could picture what they’ve meant. Now he does. Negan is using loved ones against them. Is he doing the same thing to his sister? Most likely, she’d do everything for them.

When Negan is kissing the woman at the bar, nausea is hitting Carl like a wave. Why does he have to do all of this? He has five wives, why can’t he leave Y/N alone?

Dwight appears next to him, stopping right at the door.

When Negan’s done, he throws a dirty smile at Dwight before making his way over to them. “Dwighty, whatcha got for me?”

Dwight’s holding a tray full of bread and fresh fruits and vegetables. Negan takes a toothpick and picks up a piece of what seems to be a strawberry. “Carl,” he says, “You gonna take the tray for me?” The boy quickly places the beer he's been still holding onto a table to take the tray from Dwight. “D, fire up the furnace. We’ll be there in a few. Time for a little déjà vu, huh?” Negan nods at Carl, signaling him to get moving. “Ladies.” The boss takes a last glance at his wives before leaving again.

Negan takes the lead again with Carl following behind. The tray in Carl’s hands is shaking. He is so upset about what he's just seen. Negan frowns at him. “Man, calm down, kid. I can’t hit the olive with the way you’re sha-

“What is Y/N to you?” Carl bursts out loud. “Just another trophy?”

This makes Negan stop walking, his mimic changing grim. “Watch your tongue, small boy. Your sister is my queen and if I had it my way, she'd be sitting on a fucking throne right next to me but since she loves you fuckers so much and declines my offers to come to The Sanctuary, I have get my rocks off somewhere else.”

“You’re absolutely disgusting.” Carl glares at him, unable to hold himself back any longer. “These women don’t love you, no one ever will-”

“Do not make me put this toothpick through the only eye you have.”

Negan’s towering over Carl and he is dead serious about his threat. Carl endures the glare for a moment longer, before casting his eye down again.

“From now on you’ll only speak when spoken to. Are we clear?” Carl wonders if he's struck a nerve there. Negan seems to be beyond pissed. “Are we cl-”

“Yes.” Carl finally answers.

After one final warning glare, Negan turns around again. “Good. Come on, I wanna show you something.”

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“If I find him, I’ll kill him,” you whisper angrily to yourself. You’ve been searching for Carl the whole morning , asking everyone in your path if they've seen him, only to always get the same answer: no.

When you see Olivia at the pantry, you yell over the street, “Liv, have you seen my brother?”

The other woman turns around, shaking her head. “No, I am sorry.”

You can’t help but to groan in annoyance. “Fuck.” Where the hell can he be? This is not normal for Carl, he always informs somebody about his whereabouts.

“Oh, Y/N?” Oliva calls, “We still have to go through Michonne’s findings from yesterday. We’ve stored them in the severs for now. Are you free this afternoon?”

“Sure thing.” You tell her, already moving on to go back up the street, hoping to find the boy may be at the gardens, “Come see me later.”

When you cross the street to reach the gardens, you hear your name being called. You turn around to find Spencer running towards you. Perfect, just what you needed right now. “Hey, Y/N!” You slow down, waiting for him to catch up on you. Once at your side, he smiles at you. “You look pretty today.”

"Thanks, Spencer.” You force yourself to smile at him. Compliments from him always have a weird taste to them.

His own smile grows a bit, “I mean, you do look pretty everyday, just-”

“Spencer.” You interrupt his rambling, already annoyed. “What do you want?”

Spencer's smile suddenly vanishes. His eyes wander around, making sure no one is eavesdropping. “I gotta talk with you. ‘Bout Rick.”

You frown at him, already not liking where this is going. “What about him?”

He lets out a sigh before quietly stating. “You know, he’s gonna get us all killed, right? If he already thought about attacking Negan again, there is nothing we can say or do to stop him from doing that. You know that.”

You do and you hate to agree with him on that one. “And what do you want from me?”

Spencer takes a step closer to you, whispering. “I want you to work with me. I think together we would be better leaders than your father.” What now? You just stare at him, lost for words. “You’re obviously willing to make sacrifices for our survival and I am good with people. I think-”

“You don’t think and that’s the problem.” You hiss, aggravated by his talk.

“Hey, I know you don’t want to hear this, okay?” Spencer’s holding up his hands, trying to calm you down again. “But you, out of everyone, know best that his decisions are rarely the best ones. You’ve lost your previous home because of him and now we all could be losing Alexandria, if we don’t do something about it.”

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your anger in check. “You’ve never lived outside these walls since the dead started walking. What the hell makes you believe you could make better decisions than him? You don’t know shit-”

“That's why I need you.” He states, “I might be lacking the knowledge of the world outside, but you have plenty of experience. We’d complement each other.”

“Spencer, I am this close to expl-”

“Y/N. come on.” He sighs. “Be honest, do you think the way he’s handling the situation with the Saviors is how things are supposed to go?” You bite your cheeks. Spencer does have a point. “You know, my mum was a good leader and I as her son would be that, too.” You just shake your head in disbelief, this man is delusional. “I know, Rick teached you a lot of skills as well and you are smart and dedicated. I mean, your arrangement with Negan shows that you are willing to do what it takes to survive.”

That's it! You storm towards him, stopping right in front of his face. “You don’t know shit about me and Negan, nor my father. Now listen carefully.” You stare him down, anger making your hands tremble. “My father got us through four fucking hard years outside of Alexandira. We wouldn’t be alive today if not for him. He made mistakes on our way and people died, yes, but never ever will I or you be able to replace him as a leader.”

“Y/N, please. I’m just saying-”

“If I hear you plotting against him one more time, exile will be my least concern.”

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Negan opens up another door, waving Carl inside. The boy walks into what seems to be Negan's private quarters. Just like every other room on this floor, this one, too, is furnished with expensive stuff with decor and clutter everywhere. But Carl doesn't pay much attention to it, he is still trying to process what has just happened. Nausea is still making his stomach churn. Negan just melted someone's face with an iron. It was so awful to watch and he’s sure he won’t forget the smell anytime soon.

“Sit.” Negan points at one of the armchairs. Carl silently does as he’s been told to, while Negan sits down on the sofa across from him, folding his hands. “Well, let's get started."

“Started on what?”

“Hm, work it out.” Negan shrugs with his shoulders. “You’re smart, kid. In fact, I’m gonna tell you how smart you are in case you don’t already know. You see, I’d expect kids your age to be mopin’ around, not doing shit except crying about missing the prom. But you?” Negan points at Carl for a second. “You go out on a mission. You find me, you kill two of my men and you’re smart enough to know that I won’t let that slide.”

Carl starts to get nervous. What’s he going to do with him? Melt his face, too? Shot him, get Lucille?

Negan chuckles suddenly. “Oh, man. I can’t. It’s like talking to a birthday present. You gotta take that crap off your face. I wanna see what grandma got me.”

His bandages? Absolutely not. Carl shakes his head. “No-”

“Two men!” Negan yells. “Punishment. You really wanna piss me off?”

Afraid of Negan’s threats, Carl obeys eventually. He takes off his hat, before removing the bandages around his head. When he’s removed them all, he looks up at Negan again.

“Jesus Christ,” Negan chuckles. “That shit’s nasty! I can see your fucking socket.” He leans forward to take it all in. “Damn, kid. How did that happen?”

“Why do you care?”

“For shits and giggles.” Negan mocks. “Now tell me.” Carl’s fidgeting with the bandages in his hand, unwilling to tell what happened. “Speak up, kid.”

Carl's gaze wanders to the floor again. “Someone wanted to shoot my father but got distracted and hit me instead.”

Negan’s eyebrows rise up at that. “Really?” Carl nods in conformation. “Damn.” Negan leans back into the cushions of the sofa. “Your dad really has a knack for pissing people off. Really sucks that he’s dragging his kids into the mess all the time.”

“Can… Can I wrap it up again?” Carl asks carefully.

“Oh, you absolutely cannot.” Negan dismisses his question.

“Why the hell not?”

Negan has to smile at Carl’s anger. “Look at this badass. You can’t because I am not done with you. I like looking at your disgusting bad ass, rad ass eye, so it’s staying out.” Carl is visibly upset and holding himself back. “What? You got something to say?”

They boy thinks about saying something and eventually he asks. “Why haven't you killed me, or my Dad, Daryl, Y/N?”

“Hm,” Negan rests his feet on the coffee table, “Your dad, as annoying as he is, gets shit for me, so there is that. Daryl will make a good soldier for me, we were close to breaking him before we brought him back to Alexandria. Y/N, well, she is the only useful person in your damned community. She was quite disobedient in the beginning , true, but I think we’ve figured that out.”

Carl narrows his eye at that but keeps his mouth shut.

“You on the other hand? Well, we shall see.” Negan removes his feet from the table, moving to rest his arms on his knees. “It’s more productive to break you, more fun, too. You’re a smart kid, Carl. You know I can’t let you go, so…”

Carl keeps playing with the bandages, not meeting Negan's eyes.

“Should I kill you? Or iron your face? Maybe chop off an arm? Tell me, Carl. What do you think?”

Carl throws his bandages to the side, standing up and sneering at the man in front of him, “I think you should jump out of the window and save me the trouble of killing you.”

Negan lets out a whistle “Now there is the kid that impressed the shit out of me.”

With a narrowed eye, Carl tells him. “You won’t tell me what you’ll be doing to be because you won’t do anything to me.”

Negan huffs a laugh, “And why’s that?”

“Because Y/N would kill you.” That statement wipes the smile from Negan’s face. “She’d find you and she’d kill you if you’d kill any of us. That's why we're still alive. If you knew us, if you knew anything you would kill us but you can’t.”

“Wow.” Negan looks at Carl in awe. “Huh. Maybe your right. Maybe I can't." After a short moment, the boss stands up himself, moving past the boy to pick up Lucille from his desk. “Let’s go for a ride, kid."

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The Missing Piece

Chapter 1: Just A Tingle

Chapter Summary: It's been a long time since Hancock wasted his time thinking about soulmates. Until the night Nick brings a woman from a vault into his town.

Wordcount: 2481

Chapter Index:

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The night air is cool against Hancock’s overheated skin. The sweet taste of mentats dances all over his rough tongue while he's leaning on the balustrade of his balcony. The streets below him are mostly empty except for only a few loner souls wandering around.

Behind him, he can hear his office door getting closed silently, careful not to attract attention. John has a smile on the remains of his lips as he lights up the cigarette. It's not like everyone in the Old State House heard him doing that gal just a few minutes ago.

There was no need to go outside for a smoke, but John wanted to give that woman some privacy to get dressed again and the said toy’s just left. Lover would be a too hard word for that lass, what was her name again? Never mind, toy is as a fitting name as any other and John doesn't intend to learn her actual name anyway. It was just a one night stand, like always. No strings, just hurried sex for the sake of the release.

The ghouls smile slowly fades and he takes a long drag, the gleam of the cigarette the only light source up there. The smoke fills his lungs and is kept in there for a long moment, before getting exhaled through John's broken and scarred nostrils.

On the street below, he can see the gal from before hurrying to the hotel. Poor thing probably doesn't want to be seen escaping the Old State House this late in the night. John's eyes linger on her as she makes her way. Red ginger hair, freckles on her nose, cute but other than that? Meh. Nothing that would keep his interest for long. And obviously she doesn't want a second run herself, if her lowered gaze and fast steps are any indicator.

In times past this would have hurt him, no one wants to be known as a ghoul fucker, even if the ghoul was the damned mayor of the damned city they were living in. But John doesn’t really complain in his position. After all, quite a lot of folks found their way into his bed regardless.

Sure, all of them were seeking something - power, caps, chems, you name it. But John’s not naive, he knows they are always trying to gain something from him with sex. And that’s something he can use for his own advantage. He'd sleep with them and wave them out, simple as that. With no shame or regret really. Most of the time he doesn't even bother to get undressed, removed sash and open pants are enough to get the job done.

After another long drag, John tries to think of something else, there is no point in indulging in reminiscences of past releases. Almost automatically his eyes wander down to his left underarm. His scarred skin, all grooves and ridges ruined the name that used to be there long ago.

For whatever reason the very spot of what used to be pitch black letters doesn't stop tingling. He first noticed it when things got heated between him and the little toy a while ago. His eyes instantly went to her arm. Veronica. John didn't know if should laugh or feel pity for her.

After all this years he didn't give one single fuck about soulmates. Why should he? Even if there was someone with his name on their arm, he'd scare them right away, no doubt. He knows what he looks like and if he is honest with himself, that's the main reason for staying dressed when fucking gals he most likely won't remember the next morning.

Damn, he should have taken jet instead of mentats, he is not in the mood of overthinking this bullshit, for stupid emotions. And he doesn't believe in finding his mate anyway. For a soulmate you actually have to harbor a soul and John is more than certain he's lost his in Diamond City. Well, if you are believing in the spiritual part of that, which he doesn’t also. The tingling is most likely just a symptom of his drug abuse, it has to be.

With the burning smoke captured between his lips, he traces the line of where the name used to be with his free hand. Sotiria. What a fucking odd name. Never, not once has he ever met someone with that name. Sure, better a rare one than those everyone seems to call their kids nowadays, like Lisa, Mike - or John. Fuck, how many gals and guys has he seen with his name on their arm? And fucking allways he felt hope inside him rising. Pathetic.

But there was never a connection, not the weird feelings people used to describe once they found their missing piece. A pleasant prickle of the name on each other's arm. The attraction, the unsatisfiable need to be close to the person - like an addiction.

Maybe it's just an itch. Yeah, that sounds plausible.

Suddenly there is yelling at the gate of his town, catching Hancock's attention. Was that Nick Valentine’s voice? What the hell is he doing in Goodneighbor this late in the night? John flicks the butt of his cigarette away and goes back inside. He grabs a new pack of smokes on his way to the stairs. He'd prefer alcohol right now but one of his supply lines got cut by raiders, a problem he has to deal with tomorrow. Hm, maybe buffout? That's a topic for later, first of all he has to know what is going on at the gate.

The tingling on his arm seems to increase as he takes the steps down to the exit of the State House. When he opens the door, the guy Finn can be heard talking. Hancock rolls his eyes, Finn is doing his old insurance scam again. Damn this idiot, does he really dare to threaten his visitors again? Finn already got a warning and is really testing Hancock's patience. Looks like John will have to send a few guards to visit him later. A quick reminder to behave inside the town's walls.

Once stepping outside, John’s eyes land on the new visitors. It sure was Nick Valentine’s voice he’s heard but the old synth is not alone. A woman is with him, one arm around Nick’s shoulders for balance and her other pressed on her abdomen. Blood is leaking out of what seems to be a nasty wound, turning her blue suit crimson red. She looks up from her wound towards Finn.

Damn, she's a sight! She looks like she’s stepped out of one of the pinup posters. Blonde, shiny hair, pinned up in various rolls, a light blue bandana wrapped around as decoration, sharp eyeliner, purple lipstick, curves to die for. Damnit, if she wouldn't look so disheveled and injured - injured?

"Fuck your insurance! Move, rassgat or you’ll gonna need one!”

John is blown away. He’s forgetting how to breathe, his lungs are burning from the lack of oxygen.

John immediately snapps out of his trance. Shit, that woman needs a doctor at once!

"Nice try, doll." Finn sneers at her. "You'll pass out before you could raise your little pistol. Caps or bleeding to death, your call, sugar."

That's enough! Line crossed, brother. John is more than fed up, ready to beat Finn out of the misery he calls life. "Move your worthless ass out of the way, Finn." John starts, walking up to the other man. "You lay off that extortion crap right now. Obviously she needs help and we ain't turning people in need away, nor do we threaten 'em."

Not impressed in the slightest, Finn turns to face the ghoul. "The fuck do you care, Hancock? You don't know her, she ain't one of us, would be a waste of stimpacks!"

Slowly and a bit over dramatically Hancock moves further towards the stupid bastard. "Better keep your tongue in your mouth! I said she can pass."

Finn crosses his arms over his chest, not stepping to the side like he was told to. He even straightens up, trying to look intimidating. "Soft, Hancock. Way too soft. Keep letting scum enter our city, let them benefit from our supplies. But one day there will be a new mayor."

John just huffs a laugh. That daring asshole. "Heh, lemme tell you something, brother." With the flash of a smile the ghoul comes closer and when he is close enough to smell the jet in Finn’s breath, he rams a knife into his chest. Twice, no better make it thrice, for good measure. Finn is dead before he hits the ground, blood slowly pooling around him.

"Quick." John stresses. "Bring her to Amari in the Memory Den."

Nick nods and tries to help the woman walk through the street. John takes the lead, while cleaning his knife off of Finn. "Sorry for the harsh welcome, this probably wasn't the best first impression but the rest of us are civilized - usually."

John can hear Nick snicker behind him. "Uh-huh, always making a show, huh, Hancock?"

"You know me, Nicky. Ain't gone miss a chance to show off." Although Hancock is playing cool and collected, he is everything but at the moment. His arm is killing him. The tingle got really bad, now it feels like tiny electric shocks are running through his skin and flesh. That's not tingling anymore and it's starting to get fucking annoying. He'll have to talk to the Doc himself later, maybe his last batch of psycho was bad. But didn't he use his right arm? Hm, maybe -

"Damnit, Blue! Stay awake!"

Nick's sudden panicked voice brings Hancock’s mind back to the street. He turns around to find the Synth trying to stabilize the woman. "Shit, we better fuckin' hurry!" Hancock says, when Nick quickly picks her up, carrying her.

Both men start to run towards the Memory Den. John slams through the door, holding it open for Nick and Blue to enter. Was that her Name?

"There!" John points at Irmas chair in the middle of the room. "Lay her down there. Doc! Quick, got an emergency in here."

Nick carefully puts Blue down onto the lounger. His clothes are blood soaked as well. Hell, she lost a lot of it.

"My lounger!" Irma yells in anger when she enters the room as well, woken up by all the noise.

Doctor Amari storms into the room with a bed head and in her pajamas. "What's going on, what happened?" She asks. Hancock just nods at the lounger and the doctor quickly moves over to Blue.

“A gunshot wound.” Valentine answers. “Got ambushed by Supermutants. We had the upper hand until they sent a suicider. We had to retreat but she got hit before we found cover."

John rolls his coal eyes. "I'll buy you a new one." Damn, she's really worried about that stupid piece of furniture, while the girl is bleeding to death?

“Looks like the bullet got caught in her rip.” Amari tells them. She takes a pair of thin tongs out of her bag and buries them into Blue’s flesh.

Irma is about to argue about that, when Amari orders her to shut up and get her medi-bag. While still mumbling to herself, Irma is doing what she’s been told and hands her friend the bag.

The doctor skips on the gloves and gets straight to work. Everyone watches Armari unzipping the woman's suit in order to get better access to the wound. Hancock recognizes the suit, she's a vault dweller? Vaulties usually never leave 81, what the hell was she doing out here and in company of a synth?

Irma gags before she quickly turns around, covering her mouth. "I want a giant couch after this!" She glares at Hancock before heading for her bedroom again.

"There you are." The doctor smiles slightly when she removes the tongs with the bullet inbetween it. She drops her equipment on the ground and continues. After a quick inspection of the wound, she gets two stimpacks out of her bag and injects them on each side of the lesion. The tissue starts growing back together but only very slowly. Amari frowns at that, this doesn’t look too good. With quick hands she wraps a bandage around Blues middle. “Alright, all done.”

"Will she make it?" Both Nick and John ask in unison.

The doctor nods in confirmation. "Yes, but she'll need rest, a lot of it. It was a very close call, she’s lost a big amount of blood. Two weeks of strict bed rest would be the best for now."

“No problem, Nick.” Amari smiles at him for a moment, before continuing to search her bag. She returns back to Blue, after she found what she’s been looking for. She rolls up Blues sleeve on her right arm and injects a dose of sedatives. This way the vault dweller should sleep through the majority of the pain. Amari zips the suit back up and covers the sleeping woman with a blanket.

Nick lets out an artificial breath in relief. John can't recall having seen the synth that distressed ever before. Must have been a hell of a fight. "Hey, Nicky, go and get a room in the Rexford. At my expense." John knows synths don’t sleep, but Nick seem to be in need for some space to cool down.

“Thanks, John.” Nick gladly takes the offer. “And thank you as well, doctor.”

“Nicky, don’t worry,” John grabs Nick’s shoulder, trying to sooth him. “We're gonna take care of her.”

Nick only nods a few times before patting John’s shoulder in return, his silent thanks. After one last glance at the sleeping blonde, Nick eventually takes his leave, disappearing through the door.

“Your arm.” She turns around to face him. “You kept rubbing it the whole time. Bad batch?”

“Alright, Mayor. What was it this time?” Amari asks while gathering her equipment.

John raises a nonexistent eyebrow in question. “What was what?”

Only now does Hancock realize he’s holding his left arm. “Heh. Can’t do shit unnoticed by you, huh?”

He tries to play it off, but Amari won't let go. “Come one, let me check you.” Amari stands up and moves to her office. “Bare your arm, Hancock. You probably missed the vein again.”

Hancock follows Amari into her office. On his way he decides that he doesn't care about the name.

Hm, yeah. Maybe he missed it.

John takes one final look at the vaultie. For a moment he considers to roll up her other sleeve and have a look on the letters of her arm. But something's holding him back. Maybe his deeply flawed conscience. Afterall he can’t just put his hands on a blacked out woman, also the name of someone's piece is a very intimate matter. He has no right to know.

Soulmates are bullshit.

Masterlist

Chapter Index:

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8 / Ch. 9

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