i actually didnt wanted to gif them but i just had to

Unfaithful (Part II)

(Part I)

A Little late, I know… But hopefully worth it!

Warnings: Language, mentions of domestic violence (on reader)

I adjusted Daniel, making sure he did not fall off my hip as i walked down the streets of my old hometown. Nothing changed since the last time I was here.

I walked towards Polly’s house, trying to keep my head down, in the hopes I could avoid all of the other Shelby’s. When I knocked on the door, I saw the curtains peel back a little, then the door swung open quickly, hitting the wall.

I was pulled into a hug by the woman who I considered a second mother, trying not to flinch when she squeezed me. After a few seconds of silent embracing, she pulled back to look at me. My eyes flew to the ground, not wanting to look into hers as she saw the reason I was here.

“My god…” She whispered, placing her hand on my chin to fully examine my wounds.

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(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader

WORD COUNT : 2 058

Both Kai and Reader have feelings for each other but none of them is willing to admit it to the other until Reader gets injured… 

*not my gif

It was Friday night and Y/N and Kai were supposed to meet at the movies. There was this scary movie Kai wanted to see and she had been more than happy to agree because it meant that during the scary scenes , he’ll hold her hand and pull her close to him. They’d sit in the back , away from the other viewers , as if they are the only people there. Y/N had feelings for him , but knew that he most likely didn’t feel the same way about her , so she kept quiet. Some times Kai would do or say something , making her wonder if he does have feelings for her , but … he never acted on it and she thought it she had imagined it.

Y/N walked down the street towards the cinema when her phone rang.
Kai. said the called ID. She smiled and answered.
“Hey.” she said smiling.
“When are you getting here? ” Kai said on the phone.
“I’m just turning down the street…” she said. “Be with you in a jiffy.”
Kai laughed from the other end of the phone.
“Alright , see you in a jiffy then.” he said smiling and hang up.

A moment later Kai saw her coming from other side of the street and his heart stopped for a moment. It happened every time he saw her. Y/N knew his past and everything he had done and had accepted him just the way he was , even before the merge. Y/N never judged him based on his past instead she supported him and had been there for him every single time he needed someone. He’d call her in the middle of the night or just turn up at her place unannounced and she’d let him in. They’d sit together and Y/N would listen and comfort him. Kai didn’t know how or when exactly he had fallen in love with her but he knew there was no changing that.

Y/N was crossing the street towards him when out of nowhere a car showed up and hit her , the driver not stopping. 
“Y/N !” Kai screamed running towards her. Y/N laid on the ground semi conscious. He pulled her into his arms , brushing her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and closed as she tried to stay awake.
“You will be OK.” he said , his voice trembliing. “You will be OK ….“
Y/N reached her hand towards his cheek ; she wanted to touch him , comfort him but when she tried to speak no sound came out. There were so many things she wanted to tell him … Y/N tried to speak once again , only one wish popping into her head. If this was to be the end for her…
“Smile , please …” she said weakly. “I want to see your smile again.”
“You will be OK , just hold on…” he said , adding a weak smile afterwards.
“Kai , I …” she started to say but didnt get the chance to finish. Her eyes closed and she drifted into darkness./

Kai’s eyes were full of tears as he pulled her body closer to his. He could still feel her heartbeat…barely but still there.
“No , no. Please don’t leave me!” Kai said , his voice breaking. “You can’t die , you hear me! You can’t die , not now …” tears starting to roll his cheeks.
He felt as if air was being sucked out of his lungs , his heart breaking to million pieces watching Y/N’s unconscious body and knowing he can’t do anything to help her. A few moments after , he heard the sirens of the ambulance. The doctors lifted her body onto a gurney and Kai got into the ambulance with them , holding Y/N’s in his feeling her warmth not letting go.
After they arrived at the hospital , Kai spent hours pacing the hallway waiting for the doctors to come out and tell him what had happened. He was barely able to control his emotions , he felt sad , angry and broken at the same time. He punched a wall , bruising his hand but he didnt care about the pain , actually he didnt feel the pain on his hand at all. His heart was aching for Y/N. All he wanted was to take Y/N home , tell her how he felt about her before it’s too late …
After what seemed to him ages , the doctors finally came out to talk to him.
Soon after they transferred Y/N to a single room. His heart breaking a little at the sight of her in a hospital bed.
Kai held her hand and leaned over her , resting his forehead on hers.
“Come back to me , Y/N.” he whispered.“ Please come back to me… I love you.” he whispered , pressing his lips on hers.

Nearly a whole day passed before Y/N woke up.
Kai was sitting on a chair by Y/N’s hospital bed , holding her hand. His eyes were red and puffy from all the tears he had shed. The past few hours had been the worst in his life. He never knew pain such as this existed. It was as if someone had ripped his heart out and sent him straight to hell causing him the same excruciating pain over and over again.
The doctors had told him that it will take a while before she wakes up , but she will make full recovery… tho that didn’t make him feel any less worried. They had had to take out her spleen and she had bruised ribs and a broken leg but other than that she was alright.
Kai brought her hand to his lips , gently kissing her fingers. He felt broken , part of him fearing he’d never be able to feel whole again. He should’ve told her he loved her…. he should’ve told her when he first realised what those feelings meant.
Y/N squeezed his hand slightly. Kai’s eyes turning to look at her straight away feeling a flicker of hope.
“Y/N?” he said softly. “Please wake up …”
A few moments later he saw her eyes flutter and she opened them , her eyes taking in the room , her gaze falling on Kai. He felt a rush of relief seeing her beautiful eyes open again.
“Kai …” she said weakly.
“Shhh … Don’t talk.” he said softly , a smile on his face.
“Where am I?” she asked anyways.
Kai sighed. Even when in a hospital , she never listened.
“You are in a hospital. After that car hit you …” he said , swallowing hard lowering his gaze for a second. Kai was trying hard not to start crying again. “.. they brought you here… How are you feeling ?” he asked worry in his voice.
Y/N looked at him and felt her heart flutter but also break because Kai looked shattered. She couldn’t stand seeing him like this - puffy red eyes , messy hair a , she wanted to hug him and comfort him…
“A little sore.” she managed a small laugh. Kai’s eyes lit up at the sound. “Have you been here the whole time?” she asked , her voice a little louder this time. He nodded.
“I couldn’t leave you …” Kai said. Y/N managed a weak smile.
“Thank you.” she said giving his hand a squeeze.
“Y/N , there is something I … something I have to tell you.” he said nervously. Y/N looked at him confused , fear flashing in her eyes for a split second. “I … ” Kai started to say but suddenly changed his mind. No , this is not the way to tell her. It should be special. he thought. “It can wait.” he said leaning in to kiss her forehead. “You need to rest… and I am not going anywhere.”
Y/N was confused by what had just happened and wanted to ask him what it was about but she was starting to drift away again.
“Is that a promise?” she asked her voice barely louder than a whisper this time.
“It’s a promise.” Kai said , but Y/N didn’t hear him. Her eyes had already closed again , meds pulling her into a deep sleep.

Kai spent the next few days at the hospital with Y/N , never leaving her side. She spend most of the time unconscious due the painkillers , but every time she opened her eyes and saw Kai standing over her , she always smiled. Those were the only moments he felt able to breath again.
Kai had called her friends to come over at the hospital. He had asked them to heal her with vampire blood but when Y/N found out she had said No.
“People in this town have a bad habit of turning into vampires …” she had said. “I’d rather not turn into one …”

After Y/N was discharged from the hospital , Kai drove her home and helped her get settled in.
“I am going to take very good care of you.” he said helping her sit on the couch , elevating her broken leg. “Is there anything you want ? Ice cream ? Hot chocolate ? Pancakes ? ”
You. I want you. she wanted to say.
“Some ice cream would be awesome. Cookie dough and you pick the other flavour.” she said smiling.
“Got it.” he said winking at her before walking into the kitchen for the ice cream. He grabbed the ice cream (rocky road for him) from the freezer and two spoons before heading back towards the living room. “Here you go.” Kai said , sitting down next to her on the couch. She scooted over to him , her shoulder slightly brushing against his.
They were both silent for a few minutes , Y/N glancing at him and smiling. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her , even after everything that had happened there was a glow in her eyes and she seemed happy. Kai leaned in closer wanting to kiss her but he stopped himself.
“Y/N … I … I don’t know how to say this.” he said breaking the silence. Suddenly Kai felt more nervous than ever , his hands shaking and his heart about to leap out his chest.
Y/N left her ice cream to the table and took his hands in hers , looking into his eyes. “Just say it…” she said smiling.
Kai intertwined his fingers with hers and took a deep breath.
“I am in love with you , Y/N.” he said smiling , his eyes locked with hers.“ I’ve been in love with you for months and wanted to tell you so many times , but it was never the right moment…” he paused for a second. ”And then the other night when that car hit you and I held you in my hands thinking you might die , it made me realise how stupid I’ve been all this time. I should’ve told you about my feelings for you earlier. The thought of losing you and never been able to tell you how much I love you nearly killed me.” words pouring out of him. “I love you , Y/N. I love you more than anything in the world.. and I’ll understand if you just want to be friends , I just - … I don’t ever want to lose you. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I want you in my life forever.”

Y/N smiled at him. So he did have feelings for her. Kai’s blue eyes were piercing into hers , waiting for an answer.
“I love you too , Kai. I thought you didn’t feel the same way about me , that’s why I didn’t tell you. I love you.” she said , wide smile on her face.
Kai’s face lit up hearing her words all the sadness draining away replaced by happiness. He tried to speak but Y/N pressed her lips against his , not letting him. He pulled her close feeling happier than he has ever had in his life. She loved him too and nothing else mattered.
"I love you , Y/N.”  Kai said , kissing her deeply. 


I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 8

Summary: You start to consider your position of being Negan’s wife. Sharing him wasn’t something you were too find of anymore given your feelings for him.

Note: Filler chapter. Filler chapter. Filler chapter.


You followed Negan down the hallway to his room, being sure to check over your shoulder every now and then, just to make sure he wasn’t setting you up. He opened the door to his room and you walked in, looking around.
“Where’s Amber?” An attitude was rising in your voice.

Negan turned around, cutting his eyes at you, “In her room. Where the fuck else would she be?”

“I don’t know. I figured she was still here.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Fuck no. Like I said, darlin’, I don’t want any company. She is exactly where the fuck she is supposed to be, kind of like you, you should have been in your damn room too.” He pointed to you, with the whiskey bottle still in his hand, “What the fuck were you doing with Dwight?”

You smiled smugly. “I was just talking to him. What’s it to you?”

He gritted his teeth. “Because, darlin’, you’re mine and I don’t trust Dwight with my women after last time, maybe you noticed how one side of his face looks like fuckin’ shit. He got a punishment because he fucked Sherry behind my back.”

You scoffed, “Sherry was his real wife.”

“It doesn’t make a fuckin’ fuck to me. This a is a New World Order, sweetheart and there are rules.” He growled.

You bit your lip and shot him a wicked smile. “What’s the matter baby, are you jealous? Are you scared Dwight was thinking about fucking me right there on that table?”

Negan’s face instantly twisted with anger and he threw the whiskey bottle at the wall and it shattered, spraying glass everywhere.
He grabbed you by the neck and pinned your back against a wall.
“Darlin’, what’s it gonna take for you to stop back talking me? Everyday is something. I’ll admit it, it gets my dick fuckin’ hard, but it also gets under my goddamn skin.” He growled before he crashed his lips hard into yours, you gave in and kissed him back, his tongue sliding over your delicate lips and you coukd alreadybfeel yoirseld getting wet.
After a moment of weakness you came to your senses and pushed him off of you. He quickly backed away, holding his hands up, with Lucille still in hand.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He demanded, furrowing his brows, his eyes were burning into you.

“You really think I’m gonna let you fuck me, right after you fucked Amber?” You snarled, with anger in your face as you stared back into his eyes.

“Yeah, so? She’s fuckin’ clean. The doctor checked her out before we ever even fucked the first time.”

“That’s not the fucking point.”

“Then what the fuck is the fuckin’ point, sweetheart!?” He bellowed, slamming a free hand against the wall.

You shook your head and threw your hands up, “I don’t fucking know.. but I think being a wife was a mistake and I think I would rather work for points like I had originally planned.”

Negan curled his lip and shrugged, “Fine, darlin’. It’s no skin off my fuckin’ teeth. But just know that all your privileges are fuckin’ gone. That means that you will obey me, you will fuckin’ work-” He moved in closer, putting his face inches from yours and proped Lucille on the wall above your head, “..And you will kneel.” He growled.
You hadn’t noticed until now just how much he towered over you. A bit of fear crept into you as he stood there, so angry and in your face. But you didn’t show it, you were much like Negan in a way, you were both extremely proud creatures. Although, you were in denial that you were like him.
You said nothing back and all you did was nod.
“It’s a fuckin’ shame, babydoll. You are the hottest fuckin’ wife out of them all.” He shook his head, leaning back up.
You turned quickly and headed to the door, you opened it, but turned back to look at him.
“It’s not that I didn’t wanna be a wife, but I can’t deal with Amber. You should know she threatened me.”

He rolled his eyes, “I’m not into fuckin’ monogamy, sweetheart. And you two better cut your back and forth shit out, she’s not gonna do shit anyway. Bitch couldn’t fight her way out of a wet paper sack. What are you gonna do, baby doll, fuckin’ kill her?”

“Let her try to hurt me and you’ll find out.” You growled back and left the room.

The next morning there was a loud knock on your door. It seemed like someone was always banging on your door lately.
“Come in.” You said in a dull tone.

The door opened and Simon was standing there, “You ready to go? You got work to do today.”

“Yeah, what am I doing?” You sighed, sliding on your boots.

“You’re back on laundry duty for the wives, same as last time.” He said, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently.

“Where’s Negan?” You asked.

“He’s gone. Besides, you aren’t a wife anymore, so unless he asks for you, you can’t just bother him anytime you want. You work for points now, so get your shit together and get downstairs and do your job.” He said flatly. He turned and left without another word.

You rolled your eyes, standing up and kicked the cot, making it rise off the floor. You were angry, he was putting you back on this just to fuck with you, knowing that you and Amber despised eachother. It was almost as if he wanted to see a fight between you two. You took a deep breathe and walked out of the room, you went downstairs and outside back to where the washtub was.
The wives were all standing around it with their clothes in hand, waiting.
Amber had a shit eating grin on her face, the bandage still attached to her nose.
You walked up to them and Amber quickly thrust the basket into your chest making you wobble at the force she used.

“Here are my clothes. Do a better fucking job this time, or I’m gonna tell Daddy.”

You rolled your eyes, snatching the basket, trying to get your anger under control.
“Yeah, and what’s he gonna do?” You gritted your teeth.

She gave you a smile, “Well, maybe you’ll get Lucille - like you deserve.”

You dropped the basket, “Look here bitch-” You started, but before you could finish, she pushed you back and you stood there in shock before you pushed her back.
You both stood there, waiting for eachother to make a move.

“Whats going on over here?” You heard a familiar voice, but knew it wasn’t Negan. You turned to see Dwight approaching, “Is there a problem?” He asked, looking at you and Amber in your standoff.

“Not at all.” Amber said flirtatiously, “(Y/N) just isn’t doing her job like she’s supposed to.”

Dwight looked to you and back to Amber, “Well, I’ll handle it from here. If she doesn’t do what she’s supposed to do, I’ll tell Negan.”

Amber smiled big, “Okay, thanks, Dwighty.” She winked before heading of with the rest of the wives.

You balled your fists and cursed under your breathe, picking up the basket and setting it on a table adjacent to the washtub.
Dwight looked over to you and sighed.
“Look, you gotta do your job, or I’ll have to tell Negan. You aren’t a wife anymore, you can’t just walk around doing what you want.”

“God, what did he do, tell everybody I’m not a fucking wife anymore?” You huffed while putting some clothes into the cold water.

“Yeah, Simon and me, that way we could report back to him that you’re actually working. Just do your job and keep your mouth shut if you wanna earn points. I’ll be back later on see if you get any.” He ordered and walked away.

You worked the rest of the time in silence as you washed the clothes, taking your time on each garment.
You knew you were now on thin ice and didn’t wanna offset anything more than it already was.
You didn’t wanna give up being a wife, you had feelings for Negan, but you couldnt deal with the other wives. Hell, you didn’t even have a problem submitting to him, you liked it, actually. But knowing he had other women hurt you in such a way that you’d rather not be involved.

After about 2 hours of handwashing, you were done. You hung the clothes on the line to dry and waited to be inspected.
Dwight finally came up after about 30 minutes.
He looked over all the clothes and counted how many clothing pieces there were.
“You got about 20 things washed here; for the day that earns you about 10 points.”

“Only 10? What about my suffering for washing Amber’s fucking underwear.”

Dwight was writing on a note pad and tore a piece of paper off and handed it to you, “Not my problem. This is your points, take it to supply or save it if you want, this is your pay.”

You looked down at the paper, it had your name, what your job was and how many items of clothing you had washed, along with Negan’s signature and Dwight’s as supervisor.

“Jesus Christ..” You whispered, “How fancy.” You said and rolled your eyes.
You crumpled up the paper and shoved it into your pocket. You didn’t even wanna get anything with it.
The sun was starting to set and the sky was a mix of purple and orange.

You were starting to head inside when you heard the creak of the large steel doors to the sanctuary open.
You looked over to see Neagn and about 20 of his men piling back into the sanctuary. He had Lucille high on his shoulder, covered in blood, smiling proudly. Everyone simultaneously kneeled as he walked past them, but you didnt.
Negan took immediate notice since he had his eyes on you from the time he walked in. He walked over to you, “You fuckin’ forgetting something, darlin’?” He smiled, showing straight white teeth.

“No.” You said, blank faced.

He made an “Mmm” sound with his mouth.
“I thought I told you to fuckin’ kneel?”

His men were all staring at you now, probably wondering if they were about to witness Negan beat one of his former wives to death. Negan took notice at his men - still on their knees - staring at the both of you and you challenging his authority as usual.
He took Lucille from his shoulder and pointed her bloody end at you, “Look at that shit, baby doll. You see that blood and those bits of flesh?”
He smiled as he saw you staring at the blood dripping from the barbed-wire.

“Yeah.” You said shakily.

“Mhm, good. So, you can fuckin’ see atleast. Well, that is what is left of someone else who didn’t wanna kneel.. You see where I’m getting at here, don’t you?” He chuckled.

You decided now wasn’t the time to push things any farther. You reluctantly lowered yourself onto your knees, looking up at him.

“Hell yeah, that’s what I like to fuckin’ see. Some goddamn cooperation. And might I say, darlin’,” he placed a hand on hisnleathee clad chest, “Seeing you down like that is a good fuckin’ look. Too bad you’re not a wife, I have a good use for that position.” He said with a wink, he walked away from and turned back.
“Goddamn, that ass still looks sweet as fuck.” He whistled and continued on.

And even though you seemed to be in an intense game of cat and mouse at the moment, it still turned you on to hear him talk to you in that way, his charisma and charm was too much to withstand.

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 9

Summary: It seems like Negan is missing you and things escalate at the sanctuary.


“No one can say that death found in me; a willing comrade - or that I went easily.” - Cassandra Clare


He left and you were allowed to get back up, and decided to head to the cafeteria for food, you didn’t realize how starved you were until now.
You arrived in the building and there were quite a few people in line waiting to eat and you joined them.
As the line started to get shorter, you noticed there was less and less food in the trays.
After waiting, you were finally next in line and there was nothing left but one sandwich, you looked up to the server and thought he looked familiar, you eyed him quizzically, then it hit you.

“Brian?” You asked curiously, trying to make sure it was him. One side of his face was swollen and he had a black eye.

“Yeah?” He said, glancing at you before putting the sandwich on a tray.

“What happened to you, and why are you out here?” You asked, tilting you head in concern.

“Well, after the other night when I let you drink, I got demoted from cook and got put out here and put on dish washing duty. And this-” he pointed to his swollen, black eye, “Is from when you were talking about Negan.”

“Shit.. I’m sorry, Brian.”

He put his hands up in protest, shaking his head, “Trust me, it could have been a lot worse. Don’t worry about it.” He slid the tray with sandwich over to you and just as you were about to pick it up, it was taken. You looked up to see Amber holding it.

“That’s my fucking food.” You said, with a hostile look spreading across your face.

“I haven’t eaten and wives eat no matter what.” She winked, passing by you and knocking her shoulder into yours.
You just rolled your eyes, there was no need to start a fight in here at this moment. You turned back to Brian and he shrugged and gave you an understanding look, “I’m sorry, (Y/N), that was all the food for tonight and wives do eat, no matter what.”

“It’s fine, Brian.” You said in a tired voice and walked out of the cafeteria, heading up to your room.
You walked down the corridor past the wives room and you could hear Amber.
“I threw that shit away, I didn’t even eat it.”

“That’s sorta harsh, Amber.” You heard another voice interject.

“So? Bitch needs to learn her place. It’s gonna get much worse from here.”

You almost started to enter and beat the fuck out of her, but decided against it, you were too tired and just ready to take a shower and lay down.
You entered your room and headed for the bathroom, stripping off your clothes and getting in the shower. Half the time the water was only luke warm at best, but you didn’t complain.
Most people didn’t even get showers anymore, so even being able to get one at all was a luxury even you were grateful for.

When you were done, you stepped out and wrapped a towel around yourself and headed back out into the room and looked through a draw in one of the desks to get some clothes.

“That’s a damn good look on you, darlin’.” Negan’s voice echoed behind you.
You gasped and turned around, he was leaning on the wall, he was in just a tee-shirt and jeans and Lucille wasn’t with him for once.

You breathed out, “You fuckin’ scared me.”

He chuckled and walked over. “Sorry, darlin’, wanted to have another talk with you. Would have loved to have a chat with you in the shower though.” He licked his lips, eyeing the bare skin on you that was visible.

“Talk about what?” You asked, pulling some clothes out of the drawer.

He walked over to you and leaned against the desk, “About you stopping with this bullshit and coming back to being my wife.”

You looked up at him, “Get rid of Amber and I will.”

He shook his head, “No, I’m not gonna fuckin’ do that, babydoll.”

You gave him a coy smirk and dropped the towel, revealing your body to him; if he wanted to play at that, then you could too. His eyes widened as he was looking up and down your naked body, he had a look of lust in his eyes while looking at you. He chewed on his lip slowly, and you began putting your clothes on.

“Too bad.” You smiled evily back at him. You relished in the fact that not being able to have you was driving him crazy.
He shifted his jeans with his hands and you could tell he was hard.

He cleared his throat, “Well, that makes me kinda wanna fuckin’ reconsider, but I’d rather you just stop this shit and just be a wife again.”

You both stood there in silence, the sexual tension between you two was starting to rise again and you almost gave into it. You wanted to give into it, but you knew that doing that would only give him more power in the end.

“No.” You said calmy.

He blinked and sucked his teeth, “Well, I hope you’ll change your fuckin’ mind, doll.” He had an annoyed tone in his voice and he turned and left the room. You smiled proudly knowing it was getting under his skin that you weren’t a wife, maybe at some point he’d understand how you felt.

You got up the next day and headed downstairs, back out to the washtub to finish washing more clothes. Luckily when you got there, the wives weren’t around, so that was a plus. So you did your job - still hating it - but also happier that you had been in days knowing that you were beginning to see Negan squirm.
You were in the middle of scrubbing a pair of jeans when you heard a voice call your name.
You turned around, squinting your eyes to see a dark-haired man coming up to you in a jean vest and dirty pants.
You had never seen him before in the compound. You laid the pants down and turned to him.

“Yeah?” You asked confused.

“I need you to come with me.” He said in a stern tone.

“For what? I’m doing my job, I can’t leave.” You said back, furrowing your brows, not understanding why you were being called away.

“Just follow me. Now.” He said, a glowering expression spreading on his face.
You stood transfixed on him and unmoving.
Why was this strange man asking you to follow him?
Did Negan send him?
You were confused and suspicious, but you reluctantly followed him.

“Did Negan send you?” You asked suspiciously.

“..Yeah..” He said slowly, not looking at you, he kept his eyes ahead.

He led you into a part of sanctuary you had never seen before. You were brought into a building with fern-green looking walls and you walked down some stairs into what looked like some type of basement.
Your gut instinct was telling you to get out, but you didnt listen.

“What’s going on?” You said cautiously.

The man didn’t answer you, he shut the door behind you and locked it. You were starting to get scared now.

“What the fuck?” You said with your voice quivering.

The man prowled towards you and you backed up, trying to distance yourself from him, but he caught you by the hair and tangled it around his fingers and slammed you hard against the wall, your head hit the bricks.
You let out a yelp at the pain.
It took a minute for your eyes to reset themselves as everything got bright.

“Sorry,” he chuckled in an unapologetic tone.

“What the fuck do you want?” You said, breathing heavily as your head was beginning to throb.

“It’s not what I want.. I was asked to bring you here. I don’t have a problem with you.. but someone close to me does.” He growled.
He looked over his shoulder, you could hear the footsteps of someone else approaching, you looked over to see Amber walking up. She was smiling cheerfully and had a knife in her hand.

“Hey, (Y/N). I see you’ve met Randy.” She came up to the man, kissing him on the cheek. You let out a breathe and looked back and forth at the two of them in shock, this fucking bitch had set you up.

“Can’t fight your own battles, can you?” You asked her, gritting your teeth.

“Oh, I can. But not with Negan around, like he’d ever let me lay a finger on you, but he’s out with his men and I’ve been planning this for a while.. So, I asked Randy here to help me. I told you this wasn’t over.” She spoke softly, still holding the knife in her hand.

“You fucking him, too?” You asked, glaring at them.

Amber smirked and rolled her eyes and punched you in the face, her fist landing hard on your cheek bone. Randy pushed you even further into the wall, his hand still firmly placed in your hair.

“Yeah, I am. You think I give an actual shit about Negan? I’ve been going behind his back for months.”

You scoffed, “What’s wrong? Did I upset you that bad that you needed to do this, are you mad that I kicked your ass, Amber? Need your boyfriend to manhandle me for you?”

She smiled, “I fucking hate you. I have from day one and the sooner you disappear the better, but I’ll give you a chance to beg me for your life.. And maybe I’ll let you go, and maybe you can work for me when we overtake Negan..”

You could feel your eye already starting to swell. “If you’re gonna kill me, then kill me. I’m not gonna fuckin’ beg you, I just hope Negan bashes your head in to where you’re unrecognizable. I’m not going easily, bitch” You said bluntly, staring her in the face, ready for whatever it was that they were both about to do to you.

“Have it your goddamn way then.” Randy said as hit you in the face, allowing blood to flow freely from you nose, he yanked you by your hair again and slung you to the ground, you tried kicking him off of you, but he was too powerful and Amber grabbed you by the throat to hold you down. Randy grabbed your arms pinning them to your side and you gave every bit of enery you had trying to squirm from under him Amber tightened her grip on your neck and punched you in the face yet again, you tried to suck in as much oxygen as you could as she beared down on you, you kicked and fought as much as your could with both of their weights on you. You could already start to see the various colors in your vision as you started slipping into unconsciousness, you could taste the blood running down your throat, the sickening, metallic taste. You could hear their voices and they sounded very far away.

“Fucking bitch.” You heard Amber’s voice echo off in the distance and you felt the sharp pain of the knife going into your side. You were out of air now and conciousness had slipped away from you as everything faded to black and all you could hear were the yells of men.

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 21

Summary: You and Negan seem to be back to square one, but bigger problems come to you when you go out on a run with Arat.

Warnings: Things are about to start taking a violent turn, and some material may get darker. If this could be triggering for you, read with caution.


“But, with time, one has encountered many of the monsters, and one is increasingly less terrified of those still to be met.” - Kay Redfield Jamison


When morning finally came, you were already up, having only gotten a few hours of sleep here and there, you were exhausted.
But deciding you didn’t want to lay in bed anymore, you got up and got dressed, collecting your gear and sliding on your boots on before exiting the room.

You still felt pretty shitty from what had transpired the night before, you were determined to not let it overtake you.
you were never the type to wallow in your own misery and you didn’t plan on starting now.

As you left you glanced over to Negan’s door.
It was closed, as it usually was, but it crossed your mind whether he was inside or not.
It even crossed your mind to just walk in, but of course you didnt.
Hell, you wouldn’t even know what the next move would be if you were to go in.
You shook your head at the thought and headed downstairs to start the day.

As you made your way into the yard, you could tell that some of the Saviors were getting ready to go out on a run, they had brought some of the trucks around and were waiting at the gates for further instruction.
You walked up to everyone, you wanted to go, getting out of here for a while is exactly what you needed.

There was a firm tap on your shoulder from behind and you turned quickly with a less than cheerful expression across your face.

“Jesus, what’s wrong with you.” You heard Arat say as she stood behind you.

The smile she had on her face faded as she saw you.

Your hard expression softened as you saw that it was only her, “Sorry, Arat. I thought you were someone else.”

You nodded, “Trouble in paradise, huh?”

“I think you mean the seven circles of hell.” You sighed and rolled your eyes.

She snickered at your wisecrack and shook her head, “God, you sound like him.”

You shrugged your shoulders.
Maybe you were more like Negan than you realized, but you didn’t see why it mattered and frankly, you didn’t care.

“What are you doing today?” You asked, wanting to change the subject from him.

Arat began walking over to one of the trucks and you followed beside her.

“I’ll probably go out and just check out surrounding areas, maybe pick up a few small things if it’s worth bringing back.” She answered.

“Do you mind having some company?” You asked, almost desperately.

You really wanted to get out for the day.

She looked over to you, seeing the look in your eyes and nodded, “Sure. I don’t mind it, I can tell you need it.”

“You have no idea.” You breathed.

You hoped to make it out of the compound without seeing Negan, but of course that wasn’t possible.
He was already out walking around, looking over everyone, giving them one reason to make him angry today.
You could tell he was still pissed.
The scowl on his face looked like it was set in stone.
The only time it looked like it softened a bit was when you saw Sherry walk up to him, they whispered something to eachother and you already knew what it was probably about and you didn’t wanna think about it.
But you did think about how accurate your aim would be from across the yard if you decided to shoot just her, you shook your head at that thought, too.

It seemed like you really were like Negan after all.

You tried to pretend like you didn’t see it when he leaned down to kiss her, grabbing her ass.

“He’s just trying to rattle your cage.” Arat said as she noticed you staring.

You were glad she interrupted you, because time she did, Negan looked over to the both of you with a smug grin spreading across his face as he walked toward the both of you, you turned your head away from his gaze.

“What’s the word, Arat?” He said in his deep tone as he adjusted Lucille on his shoulder.

He barely looked at you, but ocassionally glanced in your direction without a whole lot of interest.

“I’m going to check the surrounding areas, the usual stuff. And bring back anything useful.” She said plainly as she stood in front of him, like a solider waiting for orders.

He nodded, “Cool. Get the the fuck to it.”

Negan took a few steps to stand in front of you and you looked at him through the corner of your eye, not wanting to fully look at him.
Negan noticed Arat was still there and shook his head.

“Do you need a goddamn invitation to leave, Arat? This isn’t Sunday afternoon at the fuckin’ country club.” He snapped at her.

“No. No, sir, but (Y/N) was gonna-”

“She’s gonna fuckin’ go with you, huh?” He cut in.

She nodded back.

“Well, I’m gonna need to have a fuckin’ talk with her, because this is the fuckin’ first I’ve heard of it.” He said with an annoying smile.

You didn’t think that it was that he really cared, he just needed another way to control you.

You looked over to Arat and gave her a slow nod, she walked away quickly over to the group of men who were all waiting for their own orders.

“So what? You’re fuckin’ going out without me now, babydoll?” He said in a demeaning tone.

“Why does it matter to you? I mean, really?” You said, getting frustrated with him.

He sucked his teeth and his expression hardened again, “It fuckin’ doesn’t. Go ahead and make yourself goddamn useful, my lovely-fuckin-wife.”

You clenched your jaw, not wanting to make a scene out in front of everyone, “Don’t worry, I will. So, stay here with Sherry.” You said cutting your eyes to the building.

Negan cleared his throat calmly and before you could say anything else he had you pinned against the stone wall of the storage building, his pupils burning into yours.

“Darlin’, who in the actual fuck do you think you’re talking to?” He growled back into your ear.

“I’m talking to you.. Daddy.” You snapped back in a smart tone as you put emphasis on the word “Daddy”.

He pulled his head back to stare at you, but his expression was calm and that’s when Negan scared you, when he reached the point of anger to where his expression turned into a calm one.

He made an “o” shape with his lips.

“Jesus.. Nothing fuckin’ scares you anymore, does it?” He said as if he was almost impressed with you.

“No. Some things still do.” You said looking from him, to Lucille, then back to him.

He chuckled softly as he leaned up a bit, “Scared of me fuckin’ hurting you, doll?”

“In more ways than one.” You said bluntly, turnimg from him.

He grabbed your face and turned it to meet his eyes.

“Look at me when I’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you, babydoll. You don’t wanna be disrespectful, do you?” He growled sternly.

“No.” You said in a dull tone, keeping eye contact with him this time.

“You think I’d hurt you?” He asked, loosening his grip on your face.

“I don’t know, maybe you could.” You answered back, his eyes burning into yours.

“I wouldn’t do that.” He said in a firm tone.

“But you already fucking have.” You clenched your jaw tightly.

“Then go out with Arat if that’s what you fuckin’ want.” He said motioning over his head to Arat as she stood across the yard, waiting on you, “Clear your goddamn head.”

“I plan to.” You said back angrily.

He smirked at your expression of anger, now he was beginning to get really frustrated with your attitude and apparent “lack of respect”.

He licked his lips and leaned down to you, “Good. And maybe.. When you get back, I’ll let you do my fuckin’ laundry, darlin’.”

Your blood began to boil and the adrenaline started as the words escaped his lips, you fists were in a tight ball as you tried to compose yourself, and in that moment, you understood why Olivia had lost her cool and slapped him.
It took every ounce of strength to control yourself and not slap him in the same way she had, especially with Lucille propped on his fucking shoulder.

You took in a deep breathe closing your eyes and moved away from him before turning back around to face him.
He stood there, grinning smugly seeing at how much he really got to you.

“Of course, Negan. I mean, it’s your world after all, right? We’re all just fucking living in it.” You said with a fake smile, but with a growl in your tone.

You walked off slowly, not even bothering to glance back at him.

You met back up with Arat and you both headed off out into the world, leaving the sanctuary behind.

But of course you wanted to come back, you just needed to get away, even if it was only for a couple of hours.
You just needed to regain some dignity before Negan berated you even more over stupid shit to rip it away from you.

You had went out atleast a mile from the sanctuary, all while passing by abandoned buildings and a few walkers here and there.

Once the car finally came to a stop, you and Arat both exited it, preparing your weapons just in case of trouble and started walking down the long stretch of road to scavenge in a building that she spotted up ahead.
It was one that hadn’t been looted by the Saviors yet.

“So, what’s the deal with you and Negan?” She asked curiously.

You sighed, not really wanting to talk about it, but knew that talking about it was what needed to be done.

“Well, I told him I loved him last night, I just blurted the shit out and that turned out to be a fucking mistake on my part.” You said rolling your eyes.

You looked around to the woods covering the entire surrounding area and an eerie feeling crept into you, but you ignored it as best you could.

Arat shook her head, “Yeah, kinda figured that would happen if he found out.”

“I can see why you didn’t become a wife.” You shook your head.

Arat scoffed, “I didn’t take him up on it, because I don’t need him to take care of me. Especially when you add the fact that I’d be more inclined to take a run at you than him.”

You looked at her with a raised eyebrow for a moment, sort of confused.

She shifted her eyes to you and rolled them, “I’m gay, if you want me to be blunt.”

You nodded and turned your head back to the road, “You’re lucky then. Atleast you’re not head over heels for someone who doesn’t give a shit.”

“I think Negan gives a shit, (Y/N). But he’s a man, you know how some men are. He’s isn’t a romantic that’s for sure. But what can you expect nowadays?”

“Yeah, I know. It just fucking sucks, I have no idea how he truly feels.”

Arat shook her head and laughed, “If you haven’t noticed, the world we live in now fucking sucks. Honestly, fuck feeling emotions, they don’t hold any use in this world. They just complicate things and get people killed.”

You nodded back in agreeance with her, but not really wanting to talk about any of this anymore.

“I’ve tried turning them off, Arat.” You said plainly.

“Look, If you want my opinion, you and him were made for eachother.” She turning her head to you.

“How do you figure that?” You said, raising an eyebrow.

“Well let’s see.. You’re both stubborn, prideful and homicidal. So, that’s a fucking start and not to mention, severely jealous.” She said, giving you a serious look.

You smirked back and nodded, “Mm, sounds like my kinda date. The jealousy on my part doesn’t matter though, the other wives are still there.”

“Well, it’s like I said - fuck emotions - there’s no place for them in this world.”

“Easier said than done.” You said back calmy.

You both looked at eachother for a moment before dropping your eyes and continued walking in silence.

But that eerie feeling kept creeping up on you and Arat must have began to get some sort of feeling as well as you both slowed your pace.
You looked over to the woods to hear cracking nosies, like dry branches being stepped on.

You looked back to Arat and she gave you a nod as she pulled out a gun and you pulled yours out too.

You slowly walked to the source of the sound.
Your hands outstretched, ready to shoot.
The woods were dense and it was hard to see exactly where the source of the sound was coming from, but it got louder and just as you were about to go in deeper a horde of walkers came up.

You both backed up quickly.

“Shit. We need to take them out quietly.” Arat said in panic as she put away the gun and took a knife out.

“You can’t fucking kill them all with a knife.” You said urgently.

“I can atleast try.” She said in a determined voice.

She ran up to one of them, stabbing it in the skull and it fell to the ground with a loud THUD.

You kept your gun out and and held it up firmly, aiming at the heads of the corpses advancing towards you.
Arat stabbed another two, but there was no way she could do it all herself, that was made clear when one of them suddenly caught her by the side, trying to drag her to the ground.

“Arat!” You screamed, running towards her.

She yelped in fear as she tried stabbing at it and during a moment of struggle, she finally making contact with the knife as it collapsed ontop of her, pinning her to the ground.

You couldn’t wait, so you began shooting at the walkers immediately, hitting some of them perfectly and missing others.

Suddenly there was a barrage of gunshots that wasn’t yours or hers, hitting the corpses making them fall like dominoes one after the other.

“Jesus.” You growled to yourself as you dropped to the ground where she was, pushing the dead one off of her, and grabbing ahold of her shoulder and you both receded to cover behind an abandoned vehicle.

The shots went on for a few more seconds as all of the walkers now laid on the ground unmoving.
You both breathed heavily and looked around, trying to find the source of the shots.

“What the fuck was that?” She said in a low, but fierce tone.

You shook your head frantically, “I don’t know. No fucking clue..” You trailed off as you peeked over the abandoned car you had sought safety behind.

You both sat there for a minute more, not wanting to move out of fear of being shot.
But you both began to crawl out and as you did you were met at gunpoint by atleast 20 or so men.

“Ladies.” One of the men said, holding a machine gun to your head.

He had short, dirty blonde hair and a beard.

You both dropped your heads and knew that this was the worst possible position to be in right now.
The crowd of men parted and you looked up to see another man approaching.

It wasn’t until he was in front of you that you recognized that it was Randy.

“Shit, never thought I’d see you two again.” He said as he smiled at both of you.

You dropped your head again and let out a sigh, trying your best to creep your hand up to your gun.

Afyer seconds of a quick debate within yourself, you tried to go for it, but before you could even get it out of the holster your arms were taken and you were being subdued by Randy’s men.
They slammed you up against the car holding you back and they got Arat too, taking her weapons.

Randy came up to you as he handed his gun over to one of the other men, “I was hoping I’d see you though. Are you still mad about what happened?”

“Fuck you.” You growled, narrowing your eyes at him.

He nodded, “Apparently so. I should probably be the one that should be pissed though. You did kill my girlfriend.”

“You fucking attacked me. Both of you did. You should have stayed around, you could be with her now.”

“Now why would I do that? How would I take over Negan’s place every if I was dead?” He said with a sinister smile spreading across his face.

“You’re not taking over.” You growled back.

“I will when he’s dead.” He laughed.

That made you snap and as quickly as he had said it, you spat in his face, licking your lips, smiling after you did.

Randy’s face changed as he wiped it, then looked back to you, “You goddamn bitch.”

He grabbed you by your shirt collar and threw you to the ground, giving you a swift kick, but it didn’t phase you, you tried your best to fight him back.

“She’s a fucking crazy one fellas. I think I’ll keep her for a while. Load her up, she’ll come with us.” He said calmly, as he rolled his shoulders.

“No!” Arat bellowed as she tried to fight her way out of the arms of the other men.

“What about this one?” Another man called out as he smiled, holding Arat back.

Randy took his gun back and without warning, let out a shot and it hit
Arat. She let out a pained grunt as she slid to the ground.

She had gotten hit somewhere in the chest.

You tried lunging out at Randy, cursing and crying as you did, trying to get ahold of him, you wanted to kill him more than ever.

“You motherfucker!” You yelled out as the rage coursed through you violently.

The men pulled you up before you could accomplish anything though, and no matter how much you fought, they were stronger than you.
All you could do is look back to Arat’s body as you were being drug away, with no idea where you were going to be taken, or if you were going to come back out alive.

Next thing you knew, you were handcuffed and thrown into the back of a van, you jerked your hands violently against the metal cuffs, tying your best to slip out of them.
You felt the dig in your skin as they began to cut into your flesh from pulling so hard, one of the men noticed and pushed you back into the side of the van wall, keeping an eye on you.

“The more you fight the worse it’s gonna be on you, bitch.” He growled as he pulled out a cigarette to light it.

You leaned back against the wall, knowing that there was nothing else you could do at that moment, you had to sit there as you were being taken away to who knows where.

You were stuck here with these fucking people and right now, you just wanted to be with Negan, atleast that way you’d be safe.
You should have never left that morning.

And with the way it was looking now, you weren’t going to see him again, and you might not even make it out alive if Randy decided to kill you.
There was no way you could defend yourself against his small army.

After a while, everything finally came to a stop as the man who was sitting in the back of the van finally opened up the back doors and hopped out, only to reach back in to drag you out of the truck, not even giving you a chance to get to your feet and with your hands cuffed you fell to the ground outside as he yanked you out.

“C'mon, keep the fuck up!” He said in a smart tone.

“You know that I fucking cant.” You growled back as you tried to get to your feet.

He grabbed you by the face suddenly and you tried pulling back, he looked you in the eye and you kept trying to pull back.
It reminded you too much of the way Negan would grab you when you caught an attitude and it was only okay when Negan didn’t it.

“Get your hands off me.” You growled.

“You got quite a damn mouth on you. I could think of a couple ways to fix it.” He said digging his hands into your cheeks.

You tried pulling back even harder from him.

Before anything else could happen, Randy appeared from around the van, he gave a loud whistle and the man immediately dropped your face from his grip.

“That’s enough, Mark.” Randy said, eyeing him intensely.

You glared back at Randy.

“But she’s being a bitch.” The man name Mark protested.

“So? Most females are.” Randy said, putting his hand on Mark’s shoulder to shoo him away from you.

He rolled his eyes and walked away before disappearing with everyone else.
Randy grabbed ahold of your cuffs and started to lead you to a small building.

It looked like you were at an old warehouse, it wasn’t very big, so that made you think maybe he didn’t have that many people behind him, which was good if it was the truth.

There was silence as he led you into a small shed like building next to the warehouse.

It was dark and had no windows.

He flipped a switched to turn on the lights inside.
There were bare stone walls on the inside and tile on the floor, he pushed you inside as he closed the door behind him, and leaned back against it.

You took in a breathe, “When are you gonna kill me?”

He snorted and shook his head, “Not right now, that’s for sure. What’s the point in outright killing you without making you suffer a little?”

You clenched your jaw and dropped your head, “How long have you been planning it?”

“Well, kidnapping you wasn’t the fucking plan, that’s for sure. I just wanted to outright attack the sanctuary, but I needed manpower for that.”

“Alexandria.” You said calmly.

“Yep. But I ended up just trading some guns with this weird fucker that was there. But how do you know about it?”

“Because I know.” You said plainly.

“And how the fuck do you know?”

You gave him an evil smile, “Because Negan and I killed off your old group. Vernon is the only one left and he’s suffering too, we kept him alive.”

“Too bad, but it really doesn’t make a difference now. I have you and once your ‘husband’ starts looking for you, I’ll have something to threaten him with: you.” He smiled, squinting his eyes to you.

“And what the fuck makes you think Negan would go for that?” You growled, balling your fists up in the cuffs.

Randy prowled over to you slowly, you back yourself into the wall as he got closer.

He put his face down next to yours and you turned away.

“Because (Y/N), you know Negan can’t stand to see someone else having playtime with one of his bitches.” He said moving a strand of hair from your face.

You snapped and head butted him as hard as you could, making him stumble back as he held onto his head, but caught himself before he fell.

“I’m getting real fucking tired of you, you fucking cunt!” He shouted venomously as he grabbed you by the throat and slammed you down into the ground.

You kicked at him as hard as you could, but we’re restricted greatly since you hands were still unusable.

He held onto your throat and squeezed.

“Stop, or I swear to God I’ll choke the fucking life out of you right here, right now.” He said, gritting his teeth as he pressed harder into your throat.

It reminded you of the first time he had tried to kill you with Amber, he had nearly choked you to death then, and with great protest, you decided to calm yourself and stop fighting back.

You laid there and panted as you looked up at him dangerously, wanting so desperately to be free and get your hands around his throat, wanting to choke him until you saw the light leave his eyes.

He brushed his hair back angrily as he stood up, his face was dripping sweat at the struggle you were putting up.

“Maybe you need some solitary. I was gonna be nice and take the cuffs off, but you can keep them on now.. Fucking bitch.” He said in a sharp tone as he opened the door to the outside and slammed it hard as he left.

You could hear him lock it from the outside as you slide yourself up against the wall and curled into the fetal postion.

Tears were trying to well up in your eyes and as much as you wanted to cry, you didnt.
You knew that now more than ever you had to stay strong if you were going to survive this.
Arat said there was no room for emotions and she was right.
You had to put all of that behind now and focus on surviving and how you could possibly get the hell out of here, or either die trying.

Either way, you weren’t going to give up, you weren’t going to let Randy win.
And no matter what Negan had done or said, you were still loyal to him and you knew you’d die before you let Randy have a shot at him.

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