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“That’s too dangerous, Rick.” Michonne says and in silent you agree with her.
“She’s the only one he doesn’t know. It would be just for a few days.” Rick responds.
“I’ll do it.” You say and Rick smiles thankful.
That could be your only chance to find out Negan’s weakness.

In torn jeans and an old shirt you go through the woods. The blood pulses in your ears and your heart beats in your throat.
To say you’re nervous would be an understatement.
“Hands in the air where I can see them!” You hear a man saying behind you.
You’re doing what he wanted and turn slowly around.
’That must be Dwight.‘ You think as you look to the blonde man with the burned face.
“Y-you can have my su-supplies. But please do-don’t hurt me.” A few tears running down your cheeks. “Please.”
“Are you alone?” Dwight asks, still pointing a gun at you.
Quickly you nod and he seems to think for a second about something.
“I’m Dwight.” He says while he lowers the gun. “You can come with us.”
“Us?” You ask in panic and as you look around you notice around 15 men.
“Wh-where are we going?”

As you reach the factory, you’ve to admit that you’re impressed. It’s surrounded by walkers which they use as protection.
“Follow me.” Dwight orders and you nod.
Your heart stops beating for a second as you come in the factory and see the many people. From somewhere you hear the laugh of children.
“You’ll meet Negan now, our leader.”
“Maybe I should go.” You mumble to yourself.
This is the complete opposite of what you’ve expected.
“Who the fuck is that?”
Your stomach flips as you hear the smooth voice of a man, probably Negan.
“(Y/N).” You respond as Dwight looked questioning at you.
“We found her in the woods. She was alone.” Dwight explains and takes a step to the side.
And then you finally see him, the man who killed one of your friends.
Negan chuckles amused as he notices your gaze.
“Why were you alone, sweetheart?” Negan asks and comes closer to you.
As you begin to tell him the lie, you made-up yourself, Negan smiles slightly and nods.
“Well then, welcome to the Sanctuary.”

‘A few days… A few days.’ Over and over again you hear the voice of Rick in your head.
Meanwhile you’re here for almost two weeks.
“What are you thinking, pretty?” Negan asks as he comes to you on the roof.
“I ask myself when you let me out of here.” You respond and raise an eyebrow.
“I thought you’d fucking like it here.”
“I do.”
And that wasn’t a lie.
It is surprisingly pleasent to live here and even when Negan killed one of your friends, you’ve a bond with him, neither him nor you understand.
Whenever you walk through the Sanctuary, Negan is near.
“I have a surprise for you.” Negan whispers after he hugged you from behind.
The smell of leather jacket and masculinity tingles your nose and you close your eyes in enjoyment.
“Your friends are here.”
Panic rushes through you and you try to get away from him, but he holds you tight.
“Psst, I’m not fucking mad.” Negan says, his beard’s scratching over the skin on your neck.
“Since when do you know it?” You ask quietly.
“Since the moment you’ve moved your fucking ass in my factory.”
In the corner of your eye you watch him, seeing his resigned look.
For an irrational moment you want to apologize and say that you want to stay here with him.
But you can’t betray your friends.
And so you bite on cheek until you taste blood, a single tear running down your face.
“Go and never fucking come back.”
“Negan, I..”
“Fucking go.” Negan pushes you away from him and without turning around you leave the roof.
As you come downstairs everyone is looking at you.
“(Y/N)!” Rick pulls you in a hug and you can’t hold back your tears any longer. “It’s ok. We can go. Negan gave us a final chance. Let’s bring you home.”
You wanted to tell him the truth, but as you look in the relieved faces of your friend, you close it.
As you get out the Sanctuary you look up to the roof where Negan still stands and watches you how you get in one of the cars.