Summary: You’re in charge of giving the newcomers jobs and watching over them.
Note: Sorry it’s taken so long to get this part out!
“It was good for her though, to submit to things that weren’t for her pleasure, but his.”
- Annabel Joseph
You turned back to Brian and he gave you a look as if he didn’t quite understand what was going on.
“So, what’s all this about?” He said looking over his shoulder to David, who was filling up a bucket with some water.
“Negan put me in charge of these three newcomers.”
He blinked, “That’s new. It’s never happened before, but then again, I’ve never seen a wife kill one of the others either.”
You shrugged, “I guess things are changing.”
“For the better.”
“Let’s hope.” You smirked, “Look, just watch David, make sure he does his job. If he doesn’t, then handle it the way you need to.”
He gave you an understanding nod as you turned to head out the door with the other two.
There were a few workers already in the garden, but they could always use more help.
“Well, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you two how to gather food. So, just do it.” You said as you watched over everyone else.
Being in control was weird, and you couldn’t deny that.
You were used to doing your own thing, and having a responsibility over others made you nervous.
What were you to do if something went wrong?
If someone got completely out of line, you’d have to kill them and that was no big deal, it really wasnt.
But you wondered what the fuck you were gonna do if there happened to be a full scale riot or some shit like that.
You wondered why Negan had just thrown you into the deep end and let you go head first into all of this.
You didn’t pretend to not be curious, but at the same time, it was Negan, so you had learned not to ask too many questions.
“What’s the purpose of points?” Ben asked cautiously as he looked over to you.
You rolled you eyes and huffed, “Did you not listen to a thing I told you earlier?”
“No.. I mean, no ma'am, I listened.. It’s just, with the world the way it is, why would it be made anymore difficult. There’s enough struggle.. without, y'know, working for supper.” He said as he swallowed hard, suddenly afraid of what he had just said.
Katherine gave an approving nod at his statement as she picked some tomatoes.
“Because, some order needs to be established again. Nothing is ever going to get any better if we continue to run around like animals.” You snapped at him.
“I understand.. But the guy with the bat.. That’s pretty animalistic, don’t you think?” He said back.
You had to give it to him, he knew he was crossing a line, but he spoke up anyway. You were almost taken aback by him and his boldness to speak so bluntly.
It reminded you of yourself, but at the same time, you weren’t gonna sit back and let them say whatever they wanted.
“Well.” You gave a dark smile, “Some animalistic instincts need to be brought out to keep the order. There is order being established around here, but there are also rules, and if that rule breaking is met with some not-so-nice actions, that’s your own fucking fault. That’s why it’s best if you stick to the rules and do your goddamn job. And that ‘guy with the bat’ is Negan, he’s my leader and your leader. So, unless you want that bat through your skull, you should probably shut up and do your job.” You said bluntly, looking over the both of them.
Ben gave you a nod and turned back to what he was doing without another word. In time, he would come to learn that you weren’t a person to try and cross, and most of all, not to fucking cross Negan.
Katherine put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look.
He returned it with a weak smile.
You smirked and looked at the both of them curiously.
“So, are you two a thing or something?” You said with interest as you studied them both.
They turned around again, exchanging glances with eachother before giving a nod.
“We’re married.” Katherine said, attitude rising in her tone again.
You chewed your lip a bit in frustration with her attitude, but you were overwhelmed with happiness.
You were genuinely happy they were together, that meant she was a woman who wouldn’t be added to Negan’s harem of women.
She still annoyed the fuck out of you, but you gained just the smallest amount of tolerance for her now that you didn’t see her as much of a nuisance to your relationship.
But it didn’t go without saying that you’d still shoot her if she got on your nerves enough.
“That’s cute.” You smirked smugly, shifting your weight on your foot.
Once they were done gathering what they needed, you made your way to the kitchen to return the vegetables to Brian.
Once there, you put Ben and Katherine in charge of helping Brian more.
He was the one of the only cooks for the whole place, and with the amount of people there were around here, he really needed the help.
They all disappeared into the back of the kitchen to start preparations for dinner.
You stood there watching over David who was still in the process of mopping the cafeteria floor.
You walked over to him, and sat on top of a nearby table as he continued.
He turned to you and looked nervous, “Did I do something wrong?”
You held back a laugh and shook your head, “No, you’re fine. Jesus, are you really that scared of me?”
It was honestly very funny to you, no one had ever been afraid of you as he seemed to be, whether or not he was playing it up to get on your good side, you had to admit that it felt good.
He nodded, “Well, you did threaten to kill us.”
“As long as you don’t give me a reason to, then I won’t. We’re all reasonable people here.”
He continued mopping the floor and you held small talk for a while. He was more tolerable than the other two, and even a bit likeable if you said so yourself.
“Can I ask how long you been here, ma'am?” He asked, looking over his shoulder.
You ran a hand through your hair, not answering.
Not because it was a question you didn’t wanna answer, but you honestly had to think about it.
“Almost 2 months.” You said after a bit of though.
“That doesn’t seem too long.”
“No, it’s not.”
“So..” He trailed off.
“So what?” You shrugged your shoulders.
“I’m not trying to be disrespectful, but are you… I mean, are you really Negan’s wife?” He said raising an eyebrow.
You clenched your jaw, wanting to get mad at this, but knew that it would be stupid you did.
“If what you’re asking is if I’m his real wife, then no. Any girl that comes here that Negan likes he’ll ask them to be a wife, and being one has benefits. He asked your friend to be a wife.” You said in a sour tone.
He could see the displeased look on your face.
“Sorry. I was just asking, because it seems like he has a lot, so I was thinking if you’re his actual wife, then I was wondering what your stance on that was.”
“I’m considered his favorite, and my stance is none of your fucking business, David.” You growled in a low tone.
He nodded quickly, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Just trying to make conversation. This isn’t the easiest situation to be in.”
“I know it’s not, but make it easier on yourself and not say things that could potentially get your head bashed in, huh?”
He shot you a nervous look, stopping what he was doing to see the serious look you were giving him, and he saw that you weren’t joking around or just giving him a hard time.
Life at the sanctuary, plus the countless things you’ve had to endure were hardening you.
You quickly dropped your gaze from him, you knew you were probably being too harsh on him at that time, but you couldnt help it.
“My apologies, ma'am.” He said slowly, sticking the mop back into the bucket.
He had finally got finished mopping the entire room, and you looked over it carefully, looking for any spots he would have missed.
Because you knew what Negan would say if the shit wasn’t perfect.
He’d be on your ass, more so than the new ones since you were the one in charge of them.
But everything looked fine and you turned back to him.
“How does it look?” He asked with a weak smirk.
You gave him a crooked smile, “It looks just fine. I guess you’ll get your points for the day.”
“Is this what I’m gonna be doing everyday?” He asked.
You shook your head, “Not necessarily, you’ll do whatever work is available.”
“How would I go about getting a gun?”
You shot him a hostile look, “What?”
“Like you, is what I mean. Your job seems better, how can I do something like that?”
“That’s something you’re nowhere near trustworthy to do. It’s something you have to earn the right to do. Best you can hope for is gathering supplies.” You said with your eyes narrowed.
“Well, I’ll do that then.”
“We’ll see.” You crossed your arms.
The door to the cafeteria as Dwight appeared from behind it, looking to you, “Hey (Y/N), how are the new ones doing?”
“They’re fine, Dwight. Can I help you.”
“Yeah. Negan is going on a run, he says they should learn to scavenge for him.”
“The other two are helping Brian in the kitchen, you know he needs the help. But this one-” You pointed to David, “is free.”
Dwight nodded, “Alright, let the boss know about the others. Bring him with you.” He said before exiting the room again.
You turned to David, “It looks like it’s your lucky day. Ready for a field trip?”
“Where to?” He asked, running a hand through his beard.
You rolled your eyes, “Wherever the fuck we can find shit at, now come on.” You said, walking out of the room, motioning him to follow.
The vehicles were gathered out front as they usually were when there was a run to be made.
You kept an eye on David as you walked over to them.
You spotted Arat standing near one and she waved you over to her.
“Out and about, I see.” You said happily to her.
She was beaming from ear to ear, happy to finally be out of the infirmary, with her gun back on her hip.
“Yeah, about damn time, too. I missed this.” She said in relief.
You nodded, “Tell me about it.”
She noticed the man standing near you, “Where are your other two tag alongs?”
You chuckled, “Kitchen duty. I’ve found them a job helping Brian.”
“Good. He needs it. I don’t like the girl.” She said, propping her arm against the truck.
“We’re on the same page then.”
You could hear Negan approaching from the slew of loud obscenities that were heard, he wasnt even angry, that was just Negan.
You and Arat turned towards the voice to see him walking out with Simon.
“Keep this shit in fuckin’ line.” You overheard him say to someone as he made his way closer to you.
You smiled as he walked in your direction, he had the usual sly smirk on his face, and Lucille perched on his leather shoulder, but dropped her to his side once he was in front of you.
He looked over to Arat and David and sucked his teeth.
“Do you two fuckin’ mind? I’d like a goddamn word with my wife.”
Arat nodded and made her way to the other side of the yard and David walked away nervously a couple of paces before he stood very still, not knowing where to go.
“Christ.” Negan said looking over to him, “Kind of a nervous motherfucker, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, he’s nervous that he’s gonna be killed.” You said, looking over to him.
Negan chuckled, “Well, I can’t fuckin’ blame him for that one, especially with you looking over him.”
“Right. Look who’s talking. I told him if he didn’t give me a reason, there’s no need to be nervous.” You said, looking up to Negan.
He licked his lips as he looked back down to you, “It’s the fuckin’ truth. I don’t like nervous motherfuckers though. They have a fuckin’ tendency to fuck up quickly.”
“Then you’re gonna be thrilled when you hear that he wants to have a job like mine.”
Negan shot a look over to him, then back to you with his eyes narrowed, “Fuck that shit. How the fuck do you know, darlin’?”
“He told me.” You said.
“And what the fuck did you tell him?” Negan began clenching his jaw.
“I let him know he’s not truthworthy for that.” You said quickly.
“I was gonna tell him that anyway. I wouldn’t trust him with a gun right now, same as you.” You grimaced thinking about the amount of scars you had already collected since you’ve been here, with your luck, if David had a gun he’d probably shoot you first.
“How are the other two?” He asked, cocking his head.
“So far they’re compliant with me. But they could change at any time.”
“You seem to be doing fine so fuckin’ far. New arrivals are like problem dogs, they have to be fuckin’ trained, baby.” He said, giving you a smirk.
“I didn’t need to be trained.” You answered, biting your lip.
Negan gave a chuckle and closed his eyes to take in a breathe, “Darlin’, I’ve pretty much fuckin’ learned that I’ll never be able to tame you. I can punish you, but I fuckin’ know you’re unbreakable.”
“Does that bother you?”
“No. It just reassures me that you’re my fuckin’ favorite wife.”
You smiled and dropped your head for a moment before looking back up to him.
“Look, just keep him the fuck in line when we go out there.” Negan said with a nod towards David.
“I will, Negan.”
He gave you a wink and propped Lucille back onto his shoulder, before stepping over to the truck.
You gave a whistle to David to signal him back over to you.
After everyone was situated you got into the truck with Negan, making David sit in the back compatment, where the supplies would go.
Negan didn’t want him sitting up front with either of you.
“He’s fuckin’ scared of you.” Negan said, almost to himself.
You looked over to him, “I know he is.”
Negan cut his eyes to the side to look back at you, “Yeah, he is. But I’ve fuckin’ noticed he looks at you like he might have a fuckin’ crush, darlin’.”
You held yourself back from smirking.
The thought of David having a crush on you made you smile, because you could see the slight annoyance on Negan’s face at the thought of another man having a thing for you, and God forbid if he let the thought of another man having you crossed his mind.
You loved seeing Negan’s jealous side, especially when it was over you.
His protectiveness and feelings for you came out when he got jealous and you loved it.
You rolled your eyes a bit, “Christ Negan, he just got here. I doubt he wants to throw me down a fuck me already.”
Negan shot you a dangerous look.
He didn’t have to speak, you knew that look well.
It was his signature look that said, 'Watch what the fuck you’re saying to me.’
“Darlin’, stop rolling your goddamn eyes.” He said wrapping his fingers into your hair, pulling you towards him.
You sucked in a small breathe at the sudden annoying pain that always happens when he pulled your hair without warning.
“Alright, alright.” You whined back.
“Please, don’t fuckin’ forget that I still fuckin’ run things around here.” He growled softly.
“Yes, Negan.” You nodded back, biting your lip.
After a while of riding, you finally arrived into a small, desolate neighborhood.
It was the usual drill; get out and gather whatever useful supplies that you were able to find, put them in the trucks, and get the hell back to the sactuary.
You all exited your vehicles and spread out, going to different houses.
Negan watched you as you and David made your way into a small two story house.
You could see him, his grip tightened around Lucille, and his eyes narrowed into his usual angry, sexy stare that he always seemed to give you.
You and he were in an intense staring competition for a moment, until you reached the door of the house.
“Go ahead in.” You said to David, breaking your gaze from Negan’s.
“But I don’t have a weapon.” He turned his head quickly, giving you a look.
You took a breathe, “Well, you better hope there’s something in here you can use.”
David shook his head and walked in first without much more protest when he caught a glance of the gun in your holster.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘SHE TRIPPED”?!” you could hear your husband Taron bellow, as you threw open the car door and started running towards him.
You had been in work when your mobile rang. You had picked it up to hear Mary, the mother of your daughters best friend, hysterically crying on the end of the phone, telling you to hurry home as your daughter had fell and hurt herself. You had driven completely numb and in a wild panic, getting frustrated every single time a light turned red in your path. As you had pulled up you saw your husband Taron was already there, and your beautiful girl Evie in the arms of Mary’s husband, crying and evidently in pain.
“Give her to me,” Taron growled, pulling his daughter from the mans arms and protectively cuddling her in. As he did so, the ambulance turned up, sirens blaring and cutting infront of you as you ran across the road.
“What happened?” you cried as you finally managed to get to them both.
“Stupid twat cant even look after his own kid, let alone ours,” Taron grumbled, his eyes not once leaving the face of your little girl.
“She tripped up on a bit of carpet that they had been playing on, wanted to pretend they were in Aladdin,” Mary’s husband explained, evidently hurt by Taron’s words. “We had warned them to be careful, and one of us kept our eye on them at all times, it was just a complete accident that couldnt have been helped. I’m so sorry (Y/N).”
“I suppose it couldn’t be helped, accidents happen,” you replied, as Taron took your daughter into the ambulance to be checked over. “As for Taron…” you added, “don’t let it get to you, he really doesn’t mean it. he’ll most probably be round later to apologise and feel like a massive idiot. Thank you for calling the ambulance for us.”
As you walked away, you heard him shout “let us know how she gets on!” which you replied to by turning and giving a quick nod of your head.
You jumped into the ambulance next to Taron, reaching for your daughters hand, finding it already tightly clenched around Taron’s. You noticed the make shift splint they had placed around her ankle, obviously to keep it in place until they could put a cast on at the hospital.
“Looks like you wont be playing chase with daddy for a while then!” you joked, getting a little giggle out of her.
“We could just play Pirate instead,” Taron added, tickling your daughter and causing her to erupt into giggles.
You placed your head on your husband’s shoulder, and he turned to lightly kiss you on the top of your head.
“Our baby’s first injury,’ he whispered, and as you looked at him you could see a sight tear in his eye. “I’ll have to go round and apologise to Steve, I totally overreacted, I was just so worried.”
“I think thats a good idea” you replied, nuzzling closer into his arm and watching as he comforted your daughter, stroking her fair hair out of her eyes and cracking jokes to keep her smiling.
True to his word he later went round with a crate of booze to apologise to Steve, and spent the next 6 weeks pretending to be a helpless mermaid or a brave Navy commander with his little peg leg pirate.