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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 7

Summary: You thought you were gonna spend the night with Negan after your intense session, but he puts it to you bluntly that you’re not.

Note: This part is pretty much a bunch of rambling, but I made it like that, that way I can setup the story to go a few different ways. Like I said in an earlier posts I have a bunch of ideas and I’m trying to get them organized! But if you’re here for the smut, there will be more.
Enjoy 😘

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Negan stood up, buttoning his pants. His body was fucking beautiful, you could see he had a few tattoos here and there. You bit your lip absent-mindedly, still staring at him.
He turned to you and saw you staring and smirked, “Lose something over here, darlin’?”

“Oh, nothing, just my mind.” You smiled.

“Yeah, I’m fuckin’ good.” He boasted, picking up the rest of his clothes off the floor.
You rolled your eyes.
He was such a cocky asshole, but he really was a man of his word, and he had proved it time and time again, and now he had proved it through sex as well.

He handed you your clothes. “I’m gonna take a shower, you wanna join before you go back to your room?”

You sorta frowned, you had hoped he would asked you to stay the night with him. “Uhh, back to my room?”

He raised an eyebrow, “Please, don’t tell me you thought you were staying the fuckin’ night, (Y/N)?”

“I mean, I don’t know.. Maybe.” You said, now embarrassed that you even let him see your disappointment.

“No darlin’, I don’t feel like having any company tonight. This was a ‘get it out of our system screw’. I mean, I wanna fuckin’ do it again. But no staying tonight.”

You chewed on your lip angrily, putting on your clothes. You could feel the tears begin to well up in your eyes and you had to get out of there before he saw. “I’m going to my room.” You said bluntly, heading for the door.
Negan shook his head said nothing else to you and walked into his bathroom.

You ran down the hallway with tears streaming down your cheeks before getting to your room and slamming the door. That bastard. You open yourself up to him and start to like him only for him to fuck you over. You hadn’t admitted it to yourself, but you were starting to develop real feelings for him. You knew to him you were just another ‘wife’ but you couldn’t keep your feelings back anymore.

You went to your own bathroom and took a shower and came back to lay on your cot; trying to think of anything but Negan, but you couldnt.
The next morning you woke up and put on some fresh clothes, someone must have brought in more at some point, so you didn’t have to wear the same ones anymore.
You were putting on your boots when their was a knock at the door, “Come in.” You sighed, not wanting to have to deal with any bullshit today. You were still tired and emotionally drained.
The door opened and Negan was standing there, leaning against the door frame. “Goddamn, you look good today, sweetheart.” He said with a whistle.
You stared back at him and a small smile broke through, you couldn’t help it. This man was your kryptonite regardless of anything.

“What do you want?” You asked, genuinely curious as to why he was here.

He walked in, swinging Lucille gently in his hand and looked the room over, fiddling around with a few things on a nearby desk, “Just wanted to let you know to take it easy today. The men and I are going out to see if we can find anymore people that those fucks were associated with from the other day.” He said, crossing his arms, still holding Lucille and leaning against the desk.

“You don’t want me to go? Or do you have plans for me tonight?” You said, for some reason hoping that he would ask you to stay the night with him.

“No, darlin’. I’m spending time with Amber tonight. She’s been fuckin’ begging and I can’t keep my women unsatisfied.” He said with a wink. You got a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach and your heart sank.

“Oh, okay.” You said calmy.

“Yeah, well, do whatever you fuckin’ want today. If you need anything, go find Dwight.” He said and headed out the room.

You huffed and headed out a few minutes later. You walked around outside for a while just thinking, there wasn’t much to do, you were almost considering doing laundry again.
Then you remembered that you left your crowbar in the kitchen, seeing how it was the only protection you had, you headed inside to get it. When you arrived in the kitchen you saw all the wives sitting around the counter.
Goddamnit.
And there sat Amber, with a bandage over her nose and sitting up proudly talking about Negan.
“It’s going to be an amazing night.” She flipped her dry blonde hair over her should, “He’ll probably be very romantic because he knows what happened to me, because of that bit-”

You cleared your throat while standing in the doorway. They all turned around and Amber’s eyes widened. You walked over to the counter where your crowbar was sitting and you grabbed it, they all looked scared.
“What are you doing in here?” Amber snarled and you stared at the bandage and chuckled.
“Just came to get my crowbar, you know, some of us know how to defend ourselves.” You smiled waving it around, knowing it would get under her skin.

“Yeah, keep fucking talking. Like I told you before, what happened ain’t over.” Amber growled, staring daggers into you.

“Well, be careful in choosing your fights.. especially when I have a goddamn crowbar in my hands. Maybe I’ll rearrange that face of yours again.” You said, gripping the rustt crowbar tightly.

“What’s the matter, (Y/N)? Jealous because I’m spending time with Daddy tonight and not you?” She smirked and rolled her eyes.

You closed your eyes and sucked your teeth, all while imagining just sinking that crowbar into her skull, but you didn’t of course.

“Yeah, well, atleast I didn’t have to beg to get time with him.” You blew a kiss to her and walked out of the room.
Your anger was growing and you knew that if you didn’t get ahold of it you were gonna snap.
You had had enough of her shit and you were upset that you had feelings for Negan and now he was gonna fuck her the night after he fucked you.

You kept to yourself for most of the day, you spent some time walking around outside, warching everyone else work and thebleople you offered help to all denied, scared that you were gonna do them like you did Amber.

That night, you laid in bed and since your room wasn’t that far down from Negan’s you could hear the moans and the screaming. You could hear Amber everytime she screamed “Daddy” and Negan’s persistent cursing. You felt a sadness everytime you heard it and couldn’t handle it anymore, so you sat up on the cot; angrily sliding on your boots and left.
You walked down to the rec room where a few people were still up, there were some people playing Foosball and an old TV sat in the middle of the room playing old reruns of 'Who’s the Boss’ off of VHS. You saw a familiar man with a disfigured face. His name was Dwight, he was there that night when you were in the lineup. You then remembered he was one of the men who had taken Daryl away.

Daryl. Shit. You hadn’t even thought about him until now. You walked over to Dwight who was sitting at a table cleaning some guns and you sat down next to him. “Hey, Dwight.”

He looked up at you, wondering if you were really talking to him.
“Uhh, hey?” He gave you a confused look.

“Sorry. I’m (Y/N). I was in the lineup..”

He nodded his head, “Yeah, I remember. We took your friend, and you offered to be Negan’s wife if he spared your group.” He sad matter-of-factly.

You widened your eyes, “Wow. Yeah, you sure did remember.”

“It’s my job.”

“Yeah, that it is. So.. How is Daryl?”

Dwight didn’t pay you much attention. He was still cleaning to barrel of a pistol with a toothbrush, his hands were black with dirt and grime. “He’s a tough one to break. But he will soon enough.”

“Break?” You squinted at him, “What are you talking about?”

“He has to submit himself to Negan before he can join our community. He hasn’t so far.”

Submit. Of course. Everything was a power play with Negan. You nodded not even wanting to get any farther into that conversation. You hoped that Daryl was okay, but you knew that there was nothing you could do about it if he wasn’t. Negan did things his way and if you tried to tell him otherwise you might end up on Lucille’s receiving end.
You sat there for while in silence while he went on cleaning the guns and putting them back together.

“Well, Negan has all of us wives. What about you, Dwight? Do you have a lady friend in your life?” You asked, mainly to make conversation since you had nothing better to do and you definitely didn’t wanna go back to your room just to hear Negan and Amber fucking.

He glanced up at you, then back down, “I had a wife once..”

You frowned, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. It’s hard losing someone. She’s in a better place.”

“She’s not dead.. She’s one of Negan’s wives now.”

“What?” You asked in shock.

“Yeah. Sherry was my wife.”
You remembered Sherry now. She was one of the women who hung around Amber. She was the tall thin brunette-haired women.
You furrowed your eyebrows, “How exactly did that work?”

Dwight sighed and looked back at you, “Anyone who has a wife or girlfriend has to give her to Negan. She can either decide to marry him or work for points, but either way, they aren’t ours anymore. They’re still his whether or not sexual shit happens. But Sherry happily decided to be a wife.. Now can we stop talking about it.” He said rather annoyed.

You nodded again, “Sure, Dwight. I didn’t know.”
It didn’t surprise you, but at the same time you were shocked that Negan took people’s actual wives for his own.
You just sat there for a while longer, looking for an excuse to stay so you didn’t have to go back upstairs and then you heard a commotion and looked around to see the people who were still awake kneeling down, including Dwight as Negan entered the door, he was holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand and Lucille in the other.
He literally didn’t go anywhere without her. He looked over the room, smiling proudly at the people kneeling before him and he looked over to see you and he narrowed his eyes as he saw you sitting next to Dwight and walked over to you.

“Dwight, you can get the fuck up now.” He said, holding the bottle to his lips to take a sip and looked down at you sitting in the chair.
“And what the fuck are you doing down here, darlin’? I thought you were in your room.” He asked eyeing you, then Dwight suspiciously.

“Well, I got tired of hearing you and Amber fucking.” You said bluntly.
Negan shot you one of his usual dangerous looks, but you weren’t scared this time, your anger was starting to rise up again. You could feel your cheeks getting hot.

Negan glared back at you and looked to Dwight, “Why don’t you fuck off and go check on Daryl or some shit.”
Dwight got up immediately and left, following Negan’s command.
Negan turned back to you, “Come on, let’s have ourselves a little fucking chit chat.” He said ushering you to follow him, you got up slowly and followed him out and he led you back up to his room.
you didn’t know what you were in store for now.