Not Afraid - Negan X Reader

Negan led (Y/n) into the sanctuary gently, her ankle still throbbed with pain. Negan had his arm around (Y/n)'s waist and she didn't like the feeling. She didn't like it because he was her enemy, he kidnapped her and she was pissed and depressed about Glenn's death. She wanted to comfort Maggie but she knew that, that wasn't possible. She just had to tough it out until she could find a way to escape this hell.

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She didn't say a word the whole way to where he was taking her, she knew the consequences. Once they had arrived (Y/n) knew where she was. There was medical equipment everywhere. No doubt they stole it from somekne... They where in an infirmary. Negan sat her down on a cot bed and walked out of the room, not saying a word. He wasn't gone for over thirty seconds before he came back in with a man that looked to be in his forties. He was wearing glasses and had a bit of grey in his hair. But she, once again, said nothing as the man kneeled and picked up her leg, he had slid her boot off and she could tell that he was the doctor. She didn't need for him to tell her it was broken.

After unwrapping and inspecting her leg and ankle the Doctor spoke, "It looked like you've cracked your fibula bone in your lower leg. Most likely from standing on it." The Doctor told her. Not even giving her a glance when he spoke.

How could he tell that?

(Y/n) all of a sudden feels the Doctor put a big amount of pressure on her ankle, "Fuck!" She yelled at him, she lifted her other-good-leg up and kicked his shoulder, making the Doctor fall on his ass. "Get away from me!" She growled at him. Negan had laughed at that and the Doctor had an angry look on his face, "Well Doc, is there anything you can do for it?"

The Doctor straightens up to look at Negan, "Immediate treatment typically includes a splint to immobilize the ankle until the swelling goes down. And then a cast should be applied, but since we have no way of making a cast we will have to use bandages and she will have to stay off of it for at least six weeks." The Doctor answered.

"I'm not sitting on my ass for six weeks." She argued with him. The Doctor said nothing but looked at Negan for a answer. Negan smirked and ignored the Doctor to turn and look at her again. "You will shut your pretty little mouth before I get my duct tape back out, sweetheart." He told her.

(Y/n) glared at Negan as he smirked and turned back to the Doctor. "Go ahead Doc, she'll set her ass right there and won't move a fucking muscle." The Doctor nodded and hurriedly got the items to put a splint on her leg. Negan was right. (Y/n) didn't move a muscle.

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It hurt like hell when the Doctor put the splint on her leg. It was tight. And she hated it.

"She can come back tomorrow and I will put the bandages on her." He told Negan and he nodded. He walked closer to (Y/n) and she was about to stand before he lifted her bridal style. "What the hell?!" She yelled at him, "Shut up, doll. Or I will get the tape out." She growled but shut up, where was he taking her now?

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It wasn't a bad feeling. Having a man carry you with his arms wrapped carefully under your legs and back. It was actually comforting. But this wasn't just some ordinary man. It was Negan. He killed Glenn, and Abraham and then laughed about it. So she shouldn't like this feeling.

But she couldn't help but to feel that way. Daryl was the only one to ever carry her like that when she was hurt. Daryl was her special someone, they both love each other and there was no denying that. She missed him so much, and would do anything to be back with him and her family.

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It wasn't long before they got were Negan was taking her. A broom closet? What the hell?

Negan had carefully put her down, but didn't let go of her waist. He had a key that he used to unlock the broom closet. She knew exactly what he was doing. That was her 'cell'. He was going to lock her up and leave her there.

As Negan got the door unlocked, (Y/n) was already trying to back away from him, but he had a tight grip on her. He quickly picked her back up before entering the closet. It was completely empty. She hated it.

Negan smirked as he watched her face, he knew that she was pissed, and that amused him greatly.

"I'm going to get out of here." (Y/n)'s voice almost echoed off the empty closet walls.

"Keep dreaming darlin'" Negan smirked. "I will, and when I do, Rick, my family, will kill you." It wasn't a empty threat, it was a warning. She knew that rather or not she made it out of this hell hole alive, Rick would kill him, and he will keep his people safe.

With a smirk, Negan sat (Y/n) down on the concrete ground of the closet, "He won't kill me swearheart, he knows better now." He knew that she still had the same fire in her, and he liked that, he wanted to break her, and put that burning blaze out. He would, it was just a matter of time.

(Y/n) said nothing in reply, and to that, Negan reached to her face, and held her chin between his fingers, "I will break you sweatheart." He told her, and with an amused smirk he stood, she didn't reply.

He turned quickly and left the claustrophobic space, "Night, swearheart." Negan said before the door closed, she heard it lock and his footsteps going down the halls until it faded, and she whispered to herself when he was gone.

"I'm not afraid of you."

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