Author's Note: I have not read the comics, so this is based solely through the show. I'm using JDM's characterization of Negan to portray his character in this story. Enjoy!

Since Negan's brutal attack, Alexandria was broken. Rick was broken. Carl, Michonne, Maggie… Everyone was broken. You had been with this group since the Governor and even then, the looks on their faces then were not as broken as it was now.

That night, you realized Glenn and Abraham didn't make it back. You could see the streaks of blood across Rick's face and the distance in his eyes. He was broken.

The next few days were eerily quiet. No one wanted to speak about what happened – it was as if they didn't want to remember the brutal attack.

They had thought that they defeated Negan, but this was something bigger than they thought.

You didn't know if you were lucky to have stayed back at Alexandria and offered to help Olivia take care of Judith. You didn't know if you could have prevented Negan from killing one of the two best men of your group.

You weren't there, but you still felt hurt, still felt… Broken. These people had become your family and now someone had broken that.

"Rick," You call out. You see him making his way to his house. You couldn't shake off that look in his eyes. "Are you – What are we going to do now?"

He turns to you, his head hung low and his hair curling at his forehead. "We listen to Negan. We provide for Negan. We give him half of our things and he leaves us alone. That's all to it. That's all that we can do."

You furrow your brow. Negan must have sent a clear message to the group if Rick was willing to submit without even a thought of revenge.

"… I'm sorry. I wish I could have been there –"

"No. You wouldn't want to have seen what happened. Just – Continue working with Olivia. Writing down inventory." He walks into his house and you sigh, turning on your heel to walk towards the pantry and guns.

If Negan were to retrieve half of your things, he was going to need a thorough inventory list.

The next few days were brutal. So many people had gone out and scavenge, but they never came back with too much.

You were caught by surprise when a few trucks roll into the town followed with a mass of men. This couldn't be Negan's group, could it? They were early. Rick had told the group that he would be here in a week.

You let Olivia stay in the pantry with the food and the guns while you make your way to Rick's house to help take care of Carl and Judith. You knew that Carl was capable of handling himself, but you didn't want to be out in the open for Negan to see.

From the stories, he seemed like the 'big, bad wolf' and you weren't one to enjoy scary stories.

Carl was with Judith after you convinced him to keep her quiet. It would be a disaster if Negan or his men found out there was a baby within these walls… A baby that belonged to Rick.

"Hey! You said half our stuff! Why the fuck do you need our mattresses for?!" You yell at two men, raising your gun. You tighten your jaw, flicking the safety off as your finger hover over the trigger. You wouldn't hesitate to shoot, especially not after what they did to Glenn… To Abraham.

When they move, you pull the trigger to hit the wall, hoping it would scare them. "Put it the fuck down or I won't miss this time."

You hold the man's gaze and the smirk on his lips make you more irritated.

Suddenly, Rick and an unknown man enter the house.

"Put the gun down. Please," you hear Rick plead, turning your attention for a brief moment to your leader before your eyes catch another man. He was wearing a leather jacket, his hair slick back, the beard…

And he was smiling.

Your eyes then catch the baseball bat that Rick was holding and you immediately put two and two together.

This was Negan.

"I haven't seen you before, doll. Wanna tell me your name? I'm -" He coos, his smile flashing you dimples that you haven't seen before.

"I know who you are. How about you tell your fucking men to drop the shit? You said half. This is more than that. In case you don't know math, half means fifty percent. It's looking more like one hundred right about now," you snarl.

He chuckles, but there was nothing funny about this situation. In fact, his laugh was scaring you simply because you knew he wasn't afraid and if he wasn't afraid, then your gun was practically nonexistent.

"I like you. You're a fucking ray of sunshine. You've got more balls than a little bitch I know here," he smirks over in Rick's direction and you tighten your jaw.

"Please. Just take half like you said and leave."

"Put the gun dow – " Rick pleads again before Negan raises a hand.

"Please, Rick! I'm having a fucking conversation with this beautiful lady. Don't be fucking rude." He raises his eyes to you and you finally take note of the darkness in them.

"I will shoot you. I fucking swear, drop half our shit and take the other half. You don't know what we're capable of, Negan." You threaten. He steps forward and you keep your gun raised.

"Oh, excuse my fucking French. Did you just fucking threaten me?"

"Sounds like it, doesn't it?" You quip back.

"Look at this fucking hot badass," he smirks, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You whimper instantly and the grip around your gun lessens until he snatches it out of your hand.

He pulls you closer and whispers into your ear. "Pull that fucking shit again and Lucille's going to have a turn at you, doll." Negan pulls back and looks at you, handing the gun to the men who still kept his smirk plastered on his face.

"We take whatever the fuck we want to take. As long as it's half. So, you're fucking right. My incompetent men are taking more than we promised. I'm a man of my word and that shit is ruining my image," he states, looking over at his two men. "Take only half."

When the men nod and scurry away, you step forward before he stops you with a hand raised.

"I want my gun back," you state.

He laughs. "Do you think I'm fucking stupid? You were going to kill my men. Which reminds me… Rick, you've got guns. Tons of fucking guns. We're taking that too. Except not half. All. So, thank you, darling. I'll appreciate all the artillery."

You send an apologetic look towards Rick and he sighs, looking down at the bat.

"Don't fucking look at him. It's because of him that you're all in this mess. You belong to me. All your shit belongs to me. Those guns… They belong to me."

You tighten your jaw. "I don't belong to anyone. Take what you said you were going to take and get the fuck out," you snarl.

"I fucking like her, Rick. She's got a damn mouth, but that can be fixed."

You narrow your eyes. He drapes an arm around your shoulders and smirks, looking at Rick and around the house.

"What do you say, Rick? Doesn't it look like we're a fucking happy family, standing in this damn house?"

You cower away before he shakes his head, pulling you back to his side. "You stay by my fucking side until we leave. You understand?"

You don't respond.

He cups your chin roughly in his direction and you tighten jaw which you were sure he could feel against his fingertips. "I'm making you angry, aren't I?"

Again, you don't respond.

"I'm asking you a fucking question, doll. Use that pretty mouth of yours and answer it."

"You're fucking pissing me off, so yes, Negan. You're making me fucking angry."

He grins, clicking his tongue against his teeth as he gives a slight nod of his head.

"I like the way my name rolls off your fucking tongue, doll."

He leads you out Rick's house and away from Carl and Judith which was something you were grateful for. The people in Alexandria glance over at you and Rick, but they stare at the way Negan had his arm around you, keeping you close to his side.

Now they were going to think you were getting comfy with the enemy.

You roam the streets of Alexandria with Negan and Rick. You continue to make eye contact and you know he could tell the apologetic look on your features. Reaching the front gate where his men were, you instantly see Daryl in a sweatsuit with a letter written on his sweater.

"Daryl –"

Negan shakes his head. "Ah ah ah, darling. You don't look at him, you don't speak to him. Fuck, he's basically not even here right now."

You tighten your jaw and notice the way he looks away from you, from Rick. He was embarrassed.

"Daryl, are you –"

You feel Negan wrap his fingers through your hair once more, tugging your head back in a rough grasp. "Don't make me fucking hurt you, doll. I said not to fucking talk to him and not to fucking look at him. Don't tell me you're getting stupid."

You tighten your jaw and look into Negan's eyes with pure anger and frustration.

"Go ahead. Hurt me," you challenge him.

He grins, using his other hand to let his gloved fingertip run down your throat. "You into that kinky shit, doll? I mean, I'm not here to judge, but that's kind of fucking hot."

You roll your eyes and feel him loosen his grip, which you take this opportunity to push him away.

"Load up the truck! Let's blow this popsicle stand." Negan yells to his men, watching them follow his orders without any questions asked. You lock eyes with Daryl and sigh, glancing over at Rick.

Negan walks over to Rick and smirks, "I just slid my dick down your throat and you thanked me for it."

You narrow your eyes at his words and take note of the defeated, distanced look in Rick's eyes.

Negan looks over at you and grins, "I bet you'd do a better job of taking my dick down your throat, doll."

You look at him, disgusted. "Please. You're nothing special."

"Want to test that theory out?" Negan smirks, moving away from Rick once he had Lucille back into his hands.

"I'll pass. I don't fuck someone who killed my friends."

"You killed my men in their damn sleep. I killed two of your fucking people. I'd say that's me being reasonable," he responds.

You glance at Rick and take note of the pleading look in his eyes once more. Your temper was running low and you weren't going to allow this man to walk all over you just because he was allowed to.

"Your people? Can you name the ones that died? Can you tell me what they used to do before the world went to shit? Those two people of ours that you killed… They were fucking family. Glenn. Abraham. You may think about quantity, but when you killed them, you killed the rest of us. We may be bowing down to you now, but watch your fucking back, Negan. You're messing with the wrong people."

Negan claps his hands together quietly, "Fucking badass, but just so we're fucking clear. Don't ever fucking threaten me again or I will make your fearless leader here chop every single part of Daryl. You may have not been there, dollface, but you don't know what I'm capable of either."

You turn away from him, beginning to walk back to your house before you hear him yell.

"Thanks for the amazing fucking view, doll." You glance back to see his eyes rest on your backside and instantly, you feel the anger bubbling within you.

"Ta ta, Rick. Until next time," he says, leaving with his men and leaving Alexandria in a puddle of mess.