Hello you lovely readers, as stated before, I will be posting two to three chapters at a time now. I hope this holds you over until the next update, please just be patient with me. I have a lot going on but have not and do plan on stopping these stories.

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WARNING: As I said before, there's going to be sex scenes in most chapters, not all the time, whenever there is, I will post a warning. You have been warned.

Chapter 9: Familiar

Melrose awoke in Negan's bed, tangled up in the blankets, she could feel the spot beside her was empty and cold. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, groaning under her breath, the grogginess melting away.

Since their first night together, Melrose had stayed in Negan's room, and being here, staying here, was making her familiar with how he moved. Negan never slept long, normally an hour or two and then he would be up and moving; she had noticed whenever he was asleep, he seemed to suffer from bad dreams, he would often convulse or jerk himself awake...she assumed, they were dreams of Lucille, but she never asked. She didn't want to know and didn't want to care, but...a part of her did.

She sighed, her lips formed a purse line as she rolled over, her fingertips gently brushing against his pillow before she quickly pulled her hand to her chest. She rolled back onto her back, huffing a frustrated sigh as she stared up at the ceiling. She hated herself, hated herself for feeling this way about him, for feeling any way about him, for even feeling conflicted about the plan she had been concocting. She hated it.

She ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm her nerves and thoughts. Melrose finally got up and began to get ready for the day, she knew she couldn't skip out on training again and for now, she still had to play the part of Negan's favorite little wife.

Melrose quickly dressed and pulled her hair into a high ponytail before leaving Negan's room. She wandered down the hall, her head aching dully, this had been happening frequently, dull headaches would come and go throughout the days, she knew the reason and for now she continued to ignore it. She was about to reach the door a the end of the hall when she suddenly heard voices, voices that had become familiar: Negan and Dwight.

Her eyes spotted the room where the voices were coming from and quietly inched her way towards the wall, the door was cracked open, she held her breath seeing Negan clad in his leather jacket, with Lucille perched against his shoulder, he stood before Dwight and a guy dressed in the dirtied jumpsuit of the lower workers, her eyes widened as she instantly recognized the stringy long brown hair, D-Daryl...

Her heart hammered in her chest causing her ears to ring, as a chill ran down her spine, he looked as if he had been dragged through the deepest pits of hell. He was dirty, his hair greasy and matted, the clothes he wore were tattered and dirty, he looked thinner since the last time she had seen him. She swallowed hard, her eyes going back to Negan, that sly, dark smirk was spread across his face. She focused behind him, noticing that the size of the room was about the size of her own, a small kitchen area with cupboards and a refrigerator was behind Negan, to the left was a bed, well, a mattress propped up on cylinder blocks, but it was probably better than wherever they were keeping Daryl; to the right was a plush brown leather chair, other homey knick-knacks were placed here and there.

"Has Dwighty boy here told you your options?"Negan asked.

Daryl remained silent.

"Noooooo?"Negan said, in an exaggerated manner, arching a bushy brow at him. "Well, let me break it down for ya, you get three choices. One: you wind up on the spike and you work for me as a dead man. Two: you get out of your cell, you work for points but you're gonna wish you were dead. Three: you work for me, you get yourself a brand new pair of shoes and you live like a king! The choice seems pretty obvious, you should know, there is no door number four. This is it. This is the onnnnnnnly way." He replied. Daryl still was silent, "Now, don't answer right away,"Negan snapped, sarcastically, "look around here, Daryl alllllll of this, it can be yours. All you gotta do is answer...one...simple...question. Who are you?"

Melrose froze. That phrase...that phrase she had heard countless times since she was brought here...she gulped, she eyes focusing onto Daryl, awaiting his answer. Say it...just say it, Daryl..., She thought.

She noticed Negan clenching his jaw in anger, his nostrils flaring, "What cat got your tongue? Or you just overwhelmed by the awesomeness of this?"He spat, before invading Daryl's personal space. He narrowed his eyes at him, "I'm gonna ask you one more time,"He said, through gritted teeth, holding the barbed wired end of Lucille in Daryl's face, "Who are you?"Negan asked.

"Daryl."

"This is the only-"

"Hey!"Negan snapped, cutting Dwight off, "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. It's cool, D, he made his choice. Ain't my problem, if he made a dumbass choice!"He retorted, "Get him back to his cell."

Melrose unglued herself and quickly scurried down the hall, ducking into her room, leaving the door cracked an inch, she heard booted footsteps mixing into the patting of Daryl's bare feet against the floor. She held her breath as she saw them pass through the crack of her door, her trembling hand grasping the doorknob for dear life. She squeezed her eyes shut and released a sigh as she heard them leave.

"Damn it, Daryl."She muttered under her breath. Her eyes shot open just as she heard the door slam shut, followed by the thumping of Negan's booted footsteps wandering down the hall. She swallowed hard, her mouth running dry as she saw him pass her door; she remained silent and still, biting the inside of her lip, Just keep walking..., She screamed in her mind. Melrose remained still, listening until his footsteps became more distant and the door at the end of the hall slammed shut, and even then she did not move until she was sure he was gone. She released her breath and slipped out into the hall, her head was beginning to pound but she ignored the pain, as she exited the hallway, heading down for training.

The training was over for the day, not much had occurred, everyone could tell Melrose was distracted, her mind elsewhere, and so here she was left dissembling the guns, removing the bullets for the next day. The air was hot and humid, and the sun was unforgiving, sweat beaded around every inch of her, she wiped her forehead and continued to her task, when suddenly a door creaked open and slammed against a wall. She turned towards the sound abandoning the table and trotted off to the courtyard where the sound had come. As Mel approached the opening, she heard frantic footsteps against the gravel, whoever it was, was trying to get away and fast. She swallowed hard, readying her gun as she rounded the corner, pointing her gun at a familiar face, one she had caught a glimpse of this morning...

Her eyes widened, her mouth ran dry as all color drained from her face, "Daryl...?"Melrose said, her voice trembling as she lowered her gun.

"Mel..."

She swallowed hard, taking in his appearance, she had only caught a glimpse of him through the crack in the door, but seeing him now, in closer vicinity she saw how dirty he was. His hair hung down in his face in greasy strands, he wore the gray tracksuit like the lower class "workers" wore, with a bright orange letter "A" messily spray painted on the front. He was barefoot and his feet had begun to bleed onto the gravel beneath him; her heart sank at the sight of him, seeing him up close. "Mel..."He murmured again, shuffling towards her.

Unshed tears blurred her vision as he neared, he wrapped his arms around and embraced tightly, trembling. She ignored the rancid smell and hugged him, crying, "Daryl...what the hell has he done to you?" She cried,

"It don't matter...come on, w-we need to go..we can escape!"

"I...I can't..."

"What do you mean you can't...come on, we need to hurry-"

"Daryl, I can't...there's something I have to do..."Mel said, softly, gripping the gun tightly in her hand, "and the time's not right yet, I have to stay...you...you go."

"I ain't leavin' here, Mel!"Daryl barked, roughly, grabbing her hand, "we're leavin' now!"He snapped, trying to drag her along with him.

"Daryl, I can't go!"She retorted, resisting him when suddenly one by one Saviors began to surround them, faces that had become familiar to her, she instantly spotted Joey and Arat, two guys she had briefly encountered, Jared and David, the six others she didn't know their names, but she knew their faces.

As the group closed in on them, that ominous whistle rang out in the courtyard. Melrose froze, her heart skipped a beat, as the gun slipped from her grasp and on to the ground. Negan entered the courtyard, wielding Lucille against his shoulder, that crooked grin spread across his face as his dark eyes narrowed at them. Melrose's eyes darted down to Daryl's hand holding her wrist and she quickly freed herself from his grip. Shit!, She thought.

"Well, well, well, what the hell is thissssss, huh? Daryl freed from his cage and my dear wife beside of him. What am I to make of this?"Negan said, through gritted teeth.

Daryl's eyes burned into Melrose, she quickly avoided his gaze as Negan trudged towards her, "Sooooo, dear wife, you care to explain this? Did you set Daryl free?"

"No."

"Then why are you here with him?"

"I-I was cleaning up from training and I heard something...so I came to see what it was."Melrose answered, holding Negan's gaze.

He leaned forward, looking her up and down before that smirk returned, "Okay, babydoll, I believe you."He said, gently stroking her cheek with his gloved finger. His dark eyes spotted the gun that she had dropped, he bent down and picked it up. "Damn darlin', you were ready to attack for me, huh? Must of been a shock to see ol' Daryl."He said, placing the gun back into her hand, closing her fingers around the grip. Negan sighed deeply in an exaggerated manner before he stepped over to Daryl, squeezing in between him and Melrose, practically pushing her away from them, causing her to stumble backward.

"Who are you?"Negan asked, pointing Lucille at one of the Saviors that encircled them,

"I am Negan."

His smirk darkened and widened, "Who are you?"

A chill ran down Melrose's spine, as this continued to play out, showing how much control he had over these people. He leaned into Daryl, invading his personal space, "I'm gonna ask you one last time, this is it,"Negan said, grimly, Who. Are. You?"He asked.

Daryl once again stood in silence, which pissed Negan off, his brow furrowed as his dark eyes narrowed at him, his grip on Lucille tightened turning his knuckles white. "WHO ARE YOU?"

"Daryl, just say it...please!"Melrose begged,

"Shut up! This is his fuckin' choice, darlin'!"Negan barked, glaring at her to which she returned the expression. The gun at her side, felt like hot lead in her hand, burning her skin, numbing her fingers; her grip tightened, her hand trembling, Do it! Kill him now! She told herself, You can't...if you do it now, you'll both be killed in an instant. A voice inside her hissed. She swallowed hard, knowing the voice spoke true, she sighed inwardly, regaining the feeling back in her hand.

"I AIN'T GONNA ASK AGAIN! WHO! ARE! YOU?"Negan roared,

Daryl cut his eyes up at him, "Daryl."He replied, with a scowl.

"Dammit."Melrose said under her breath,

Negan's nostrils flared in anger, his eyes burned with it as his grip on Lucille tightened, "Screw it."He snapped, swinging the barbwired bat towards Daryl's face.

"NO PLEASE!"Melrose screamed, her eyes widened in horror, but a gasp caught in her throat as Negan stopped the bat an inch away from Daryl's face. Her heart hammered within her, the gun slipped from her fingers as her knees met the gravel beneath them. Daryl never flitched, he never even blinked, fear gripped her as that sinister smile spread across Negan's face.

"Damn, yooooooooou don't scare easy. I LOVE that! Buuuuut, Lucille, she doesn't. She thinks it's disrespectful. Lucky for you, she ain't thirsty today...but I am."Negan said, darkly.

Melrose's heart plummeted to her stomach, as her breath hitched in her throat. "Soooooo, I'm gonna go get me a drink."Negan grinned, before turning on his heels, with a wave of his hand, the group of Saviors grabbed Daryl and began to beat the shit out of him.

Negan chuckled darkly as he strolled towards Melrose, "Noooo...Negan make them stop please!"She begged,

"Don't concern yourself with ol' Daryl, come on, let's you and me go somewhere more comfortable."He said, yanking her up roughly by the arm, dragging her with him.

"No!"She snapped, "Please...make them stop...I'll do anything...please Negan, just make them stop!"Mel pleaded, clinging to him.

He arched a brow, "Anything huh? Why darlin', you know that...can be a dangerous set of words."He said,

"No...don't, Mel..."Daryl croaked.

She looked over at him, tears stinging her hopeless filled eyes, Negan gripped her chin, forcing her to face him, "Do you really mean that, babydoll? That you'll really do anything?"

Melrose squeezed her eyes shut, causing the tears to roll down her cheeks, "...Y-Yes..."She replied, her lip trembling.

"Hmmmm. Well, let's see, will you...ah,"Negan said, as he began to laugh darkly, his fingers digging into her jawbone as he tightened his grasp on her, "you said you'd do anything, right, babydoll?" He repeated.

"Y-Yes..."She muttered,

A sinister smile spread across his face, "Soooooo, then,"He said, as he began to fumble with the buttons on her blouse until one by one they were undone. Melrose's body tensed against him, her heart pounded loudly against her ribcage, she gulped, "you'd let me fuck you, right here in front of my guys? In front of Daryl, just to save him?"

Her entire body froze in fear, had she heard him right? Did those words really just come out of his mouth? Her mind went blank for a moment, as tears burned her tear ducts, her eyes met his gaze and a chill went down her spine, his eyes were full of darkness. A darkness that made her afraid, all color drained from her face. Normally, there was always a playfulness in his eyes when he did shit like this, but this time, there was nothing but evil.

"I-I..."She stammered,

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! LEAVE HER ALONE!"Daryl shouted as the beating continued, "Don't do it, Mel, you don't have to!"

"You said anything, right, Melrosey?"Negan smirked, "Sooooo?"

"I-I..."Melrose's mouth ran dry as she began to sob, "...yes..."She cried, forcing the words out, instantly feeling small and dirty.

"***-Damn, Melrose Grimes."Negan replied, grimly, before he placed two fingers into his mouth and whistled loudly, "That's enough, take Daryl back to his cell, no food or water for the rest of the day. And let him work on the fence."He said. The Saviors stopped beating Daryl, leaving him bruised and bloodied in a heap on the ground, Jared and David, roughly yanked him up and began to drag him away.

Melrose stood there stunned, confused, and fearful, Negan wrapped an arm around her waist which caused her to twitch at his touch, pulling her from her jumbled thoughts, "Come on babydoll, how about that drink?"He said, grinning down at her.

Hours had passed since that incident and Melrose still couldn't shake that fear, the dirtiness, it still clung to her, wrapped around her like a blanket. Once they had reached Negan's room, he had poured them each a shot of whiskey, which she guzzled down instantly. On her third shot, Negan had placed a hand over the top of her glass, "Damn, babydoll, take it easy."He had warned and she should have listened but she didn't. Now she was regretting it, her head began to pound, swimming, and a nauseous feeling churned within her stomach as she sat sideways in one of the armchairs, with her knees against her chest, while Negan was in the shower. She was now dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and a gray t-shirt her long dark, damp hair was pulled up into a messy, high ponytail.

He had allowed her to go first, which she gladly accepted, she had turned the water on the hottest setting possible, trying to wash the dirty feeling away. She had broken down while the hot, steaming water, rained down on her and she prayed that Negan had not heard her. She hated herself for ever agreeing to such a thing because she knew deep down she hadn't spoken true. She hated how Negan had scared her, truly scared her, how a man who was against rape would ever suggest such a thing, and she hated that he acted as if nothing had ever happened. Had he only said that to humiliate her?

She sighed, her head was throbbing as she heard the water cut off. Her eyes focused outside the window, the sky turning various hues of orange as the sunset. Moments later, Negan emerged from the bathroom, wearing only a pair of jeans, his white towel wrapped around his neck.

"Shit babydoll, why the long face? You've been moping around here since we got back."

She cut her eyes over at him, "Nothing, asshole."

"***-Damn, who pissed in your Cheerios?"He snapped, strolling over to her. He sat on the edge of the coffee table, leaning towards her, "Come on, darlin', what's the matter?"

"Why do you care?"Melrose retorted back,

"Aren't couples supposed to talk shit out? Communicate? So, come on, communicate with me."

Melrose scoffed, "We are not a couple!"

"Just...just talk to me. Come on, tell me what's wrong, baby doll."

"You fucking asshole! How can you sit there and act like you didn't do a ***-Damn thing?"She yelled, rising from her seat, "Did...did you even mean what you said?"

Negan arched a brow up at her, "What I said?"

She sighed frustratedly, "Don't...make me fucking say it, Negan, did you mean...what you said?"Her voice was on the verge of breaking, tears stung the backs of her eyes as she glared down at him.

"Oh shit...that."He said, "Melrose, no, I didn't mean that, do you honestly think I'd do a thing like that?"

"I don't know, you tell me, Negan, because you sure do a lot of fucked up shit!"She snapped,

"Damn."He said, softly, raising a hand in an attempt to hold her hand, Melrose took a step backward and Negan noticed a flicker of fear in her tear stained eyes. "Don't be scared of me now, baby doll...shit, are you?"

She swallowed hard as she lowered her gaze, "I-If you didn't mean it...then why did you say it?"She asked, avoiding his question.

"I just wanted to see what your answer would be, but back there, you hesitated so let me ask you something, Melrose. Would you really have done it?"

She looked up at him stunned, her mouth ran dry again, "I...I-I...no, there's...there's no way I-I could do something like that..."Mel admitted, a tear rolled down her cheek, "And that...that makes me a terrible person."She cried, plopping back down into the chair, burying her face into her hands.

"No, it makes you human, ain't nothing wrong with looking out for yourself."

"Don't sit there and try to justify this. Yeah, I know humans do shitty things but...you have no right to sit there and judge me as if you are holy because the things you've done are the making of a fucking psycho!"

"That's what you think I am? A psychopathic monster?"

"I...I don't know what you are, Negan. You act like a psycho and then...then at times, you can actually be a nice guy..."Melrose said, it made her sick that she still felt attracted to him. So what did that make her?

He smiled faintly at her, "Look, baby doll, I didn't mean to scare you. I hope...I hope you've come to know me well enough to know that I would never, ever do something as fucking awful as that."Negan said, softly, "I didn't mean a word of it, Mel."He said, brushing a hand against her wet cheek.

She lowered her gaze then looked back up at him, his dark chocolate eyes glistened with sincerity. She sighed, cursing herself for melting like putty in his hands, "I believe you, Negan."Melrose said, "You're just an asshole."She replied, playfully shoving her shoulder into him.

Negan smirked, "I know."He said, before pressing his lips gently against hers.

She kissed him back, and he returned it with a harder kiss, his hand holding the back of her head. A shiver ran down her spine as her stomach fluttered, her heart pounded, as she deepened the kiss, grasping the hair at the nape of his neck while her other brushed downward, feeling his hardening member through his jeans. He growled into her mouth as he smiled against her lips, before he pressed against her, causing her to lean back into the leather of the chair. Their lips parted and met again, over and over, lapping each other hungrily, Melrose moaned into his mouth, fidgeting with his zipper. She felt him smirk against her lips before they briefly parted, recapturing their breath, their eyes glazed over with lust, "You want it that bad, huh?"He smirked,

"Shut up."She grinned, devilishly back, before capturing his lips, her tongue entering his mouth, swirling against his. She finally and successfully undid his zipper, they broke apart once again, panting; Negan with the help of Melrose tugged his jeans off, she slowly pulled his boxers down, his large erected member springing forth as she knelt down before him. She heard his breath hitch in his throat as she wrapped her hand around his length before she licked the length of him, tasting the salty precum that had leaked from his tip. She then took him into her mouth.

"Shiiiiiit."Negan groaned, rolling his head back as he placed a hand on the back of her head, his fingers entangled in her tresses as she bobbed her head. She swirled her tongue against the tip of his penis which caused him to tighten his grip on her. She smirked around him as she began to deep throat him, bobbing her head. "Fuckin' hell, Melrose!"He moaned, gasping.

Negan gripped her chin with his other hand, sliding out of her mouth before bending over, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Melrose moaned, her stomach convulsed, between her legs dripped wet, causing her underwear to cling to her. She placed a hand behind her pressing it into the leather cushion of the chair as they continued their hunger filled kiss; they broke apart once again, recapturing their breath, Melrose cupped his face in her hands, her lips parted and eyes darkened with need as she moved back onto the chair, with Negan leaning down into her. He met her gaze, his eyes dark, mirroring her own, his hands sliding down her sides, pulling off the sweatpants she was wearing. Once those were removed, his fingers curled underneath the edge of her panties, sliding them off and flinging them to the floor. Her legs were already spread for him, as he pressed his body against her, kissing and nipping down her neck. He hastily pulled the shirt over her collar bone, her chest heaved up and down, as he trailed kisses in-between her breasts and down her stomach, inching closer and closer to her throbbing mound.

Melrose bit her bottom lip as Negan smirked into the flesh of her inner thigh, "***-Damn, baby doll, looooooook at how wet you are."He purred, lowering his face between her legs.

A moan escaped her now parted lips as his tongue began to lap at her wet slit, his tongue plunged deeper within her, Melrose moaned louder, breathing heavier, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her fingers tugged at Negan's hair, while her other hand clutched the chair's armrest.

He began pumping two fingers in and out of her, his tongue now assaulting her clit. Her breath hitched in her throat, which caused him to release a low throaty, animalistic grunt, vibrating through her.

Her fingers tightened in his dark hair, she tugged at his hair causing him to look up at her, that smug ass smirk spread across his face, his dark eyes glazed over with sex. "S-Stop teasing me and fuck me..."She demanded, breathlessly.

His smirk widened, "As you wish, darlin'."He replied in a husky voice. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his fingers dug into her hips as he positioned himself at her wet entrance before thrusting hard inside her without warning, Melrose gasped her mouth hanging open as another moan rattled through her; Negan's lips captured hers, his tongue entering her mouth, swirling together with her own. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he continued to thrust in and out of her, their lips parted, their breathing labored, Negan's pace quickened causing her to moan louder; her fingernails raking down his back. Melrose arched her back, her legs tightening around him as his cock continued to ram into her, deeper and deeper. "Mmmm...N-Negan!"She moaned, in between pants,

"Fuckin' shit..."Negan growled, he gripped her hips tighter as his pace quickened.

Skin slapping against skin, their bodies glistening with sweat, Melrose could feel her orgasm rising, her stomach convulsed, her walls tightened around his cock that was, deep inside her, throbbing. "Ahhh...ahhh...Negan!"She screamed, cumming.

Negan released a deep, dark animalistic grunt, growling as he quickly pulled out of her, splattering white cum all over her stomach. They were both panting, trying to recapture their breaths, sweat covering them, he grabbed the towel he had dropped and wiped her off before tossing it to the floor. Negan pressed his forehead against hers, he brushed a hand against her cheek, "Damn, baby doll..."

She chuckled placing a hand on his cheek and playfully shoving his face away from hers, "Do you have to make a comment every fucking time?"

He placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder before smirking up at her, "Wellllll, it's just so fucking good darlin', it deserves to be complemented, yooooooou deserve to be complimented."

She snorted as she laughed, "You're an idiot, Negan."

She sat up, the pleasure high slowly wearing off her expression changed as she looked away, her brow furrowing as her mind cleared.

"What's wrong, baby doll?"

"Did you...meet with Daryl earlier today...it's just...you said you had given him the choice earlier..."She asked, inconspicuously, not letting it slip that she had spied on the conversation earlier.

He sighed, before chuckling, shaking his head, "I can't get nothin' past you can I, baby doll?"

She lowered her gaze, "Can't you just...let him go? You have me. You don't need him here, just...just send him back to Alexandria, because...because he's never gonna give in."

"Why would I do that? He's my leverage."

"I thought I was your leverage..."She began until she trailed off, as a jolt of realization struck her. "You son of a bitch!"She snarled, smacking him hard across the face.

"***-Damn, what the hell, Melrose!"Negan snapped, glaring at her.

She returned the expression, her nostrils flaring as anger fumed within her. "I never was your "extra leverage" was I? You took me because you fucking could! Daryl was your leverage all along! Right?"Mel retorted, Negan lowered his eyes, his expression softening, "Fucking tell me I'm right!"

He sighed, "Yeah, you're right. Look, it...it didn't start out that way...you were gonna be a ransom, to make ol' Papa Rick actually listen but...hell, I ain't gonna lie to ya, you're hot as hell, baby doll...so I changed my plans for ya, I wanted to fuck you, that's all. So I gave you the proposition, as I do, all pretty ladies that catch my eye, and you bein' the smart kid that you are, agreed and here we are..."Negan replied, trailing off leaving Melrose fuming, he lowered his gaze as he continued, "the only thing is, I never planned on fallin' for ya..."

Her eyes widened as her entire body froze, she swallowed hard, "W-What?"She croaked, her voice barely a whisper.

"I love you."

"Don't...don't fucking say that! No...no you don't, Negan..."

"I do."

"No! No, you only think that because...because...you said before how much I remind you of Lucille...that's why! You don't...you don't love me! This...this isn't love..."

Negan glowered up at her, with hurt in his dark eyes, "I know how I feel about you. It's got nothin' to do with Lucille!"

"This isn't happening..this is just a delusion, infatuation...not love..."Melrose uttered, backing away from him.

"Melrose...where are you going?"

"I-I need to go...I-I can't be here right now, I can't be around...YOU..."She stammered, hugging herself, her mind was running rampant, her nerves were frantic.

Negan frowned, his dark eyes full of sorrow, she looked away, she couldn't face him like that, not now.

"Will you come back later...for dinner? I-I don't want to be alone..."

He sounded so broken, so sad. She squeezed her eyes shut, she tried to fight against it but her heart still broke for him. "I'll come back later...but right now, I need to be alone..."She said, before hurrying out the door.

Tears burned the backs of her eyes as she rushed down the hall towards her room, This can't be happening...this isn't real... She shouted This was not supposed to happen! How could you let this happen!? She screamed, in her head. Because she couldn't lie to herself anymore, a part of her was attracted to him...

Melrose rushed into her room, letting the door slam shut, tears streamed down her cheeks as she plopped on the bed frantically snatching her engagement ring off the nightstand and slipping it back onto her finger. "Jase...I'm so sorry..."She sobbed.

"DAMN IT!"Negan growled, swinging Lucille, the barbwire bat collided with the empty or near empty whiskey and beer bottles, shattering them, glass and liquid covered the floor. He huffed angrily before dropping the bat to the floor, he plopped down on the edge of the couch, lowering his face into his hands. "Why the fuck did I say all that shit?"He retorted, squeezing his eyes shut, She's right...I-I don't even know if it's true... He thought, running his hands through his hair as he leaned back on the couch. "She's so much like you, Lucy...maybe...maybe that is the only reason..."He uttered, under his breath. But this somehow feels different...