Save the Savior | TWD

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Negan

I felt guilty, I hated to lie to her. If I didn't lie to her, she would find out what I was doing and would hate me for it.
I was holding Daryl in a dark room, he was going to stay there until he agreed to be apart of the saviors. I knew they were close, she had told me. I didn't take him on purpose but last week we had decided to make a stop at Alexandria to do a surprise pick up.
Things got out of control and we picked the closest person we could find. It just so happened to be Daryl.
"Where is he?" I asked Simon and Dwight.
"That room right over by the closet." They appointed me towards it. They put him in a normal room, it wasn't a nice room but at least he wasn't naked in a shitty room like before. I walked slowly, I didn't hate he guy as much as I hated Rick. What the fuck could I do? The dude blew up almost 10 of my men, it was badass but they were MY men. I pushed the door opened, putting Lucille against my back.
"Well hey there Daryl!" I said, smiling as I walked towards him. "How are you feeling these days?" I sat in front of him, continuing to smile as he gave me a dirty look.
"Okay then asshole, have you made up your mind yet?" I threw Lucille towards Dwight who was directly behind Daryl, making Daryl flinch like the little bitch he was.
"Fuck you." He mumbled, staring straight at me.
"I can't deal with this shit. Put him back where he was after your done with him." I got up, grabbing Lucille out of Dwight's grasp.
The other 6 men crowded around Daryl, and began to beat him. I smiled and walked out, before I could get through the door. I saw Ophelia.
Fuck.
"What. The. Fuck!" I flinched as she lunged at me, the dumbasses that were told to guard the door grabbed her by her waist.
"Good Lord Ophi! I told you to fucking stay in the room; don't you listen to anything I fucking tell you?!" I screamed in her face, grabbing her by her wrist and taking her to our room. She kept trying to get out of my grasp, but I didn't let her. Once we got there, I pushed her into the room, and made sure to lock the door.
"I trusted you! You lie and lie all the time! I hate you!" She got up, shoving me and punching my chest.
"Let me explain," I grabbed her again, pushing on the bed so she could sit. She wouldn't stop.
"Ophelia, stop for a second." I said, still trying to calm her down. I did this all the time, I always hurt her.
"No!" She got one more hit on me until I was able to grab both of her hands.
"Please, let me explain." I squatted down next in front of her. She stayed quiet.
"I need you to understand that I'm doing this for a reason, baby. Before you try to argue, I didn't intend on taking someone when I went to Alexandria. We wanted to get our shit and leave that's it. We went early but one of them mouthed off, I wanted to take one of those random people no one cared about but my men grabbed him. I didn't want it to happened. You have to believe me." I was telling the truth. It was up to Ophelia whether she wanted to believe me.
"Why are you making them hurt him?"
"I need to, I'm trying to make his life easier and he won't take the option I'm giving him." All I wanted was for her to be safe and happy, I was doing everything for her.
"Let him go." She ordered, trying to get up but I sat her back down.
"No. I can't, honey. Not until I'm completely happy with the supplies I'm receiving from Alexandria or until he agrees to help me make his life better."
"Then don't hurt him, give him a room to sleep in, give him time." This is what she always did. Ophelia loves to argue and make a deal.
"No, Ophelia. I said no the first time." I got up, walking over to the dresser to pour myself a drink. But I stopped myself when I heard the words I never wanted her to say: I'm leaving you.
I looked back at her, tears were pouring out of her eyes. I watched her get up and grab her bag, putting as many of her clothes in it as possible.
"You're not leaving me. You won't." I walked towards her.
"THEN DO WHAT I FUCKING SAID!" She screamed, pulling out her gun; I knew it was loaded. Every gun she owned was loaded. I forgot she had it.
"Baby, put that down now." I tried to even-temper her before she actually used it. There was a better way of settling this and this was not a good way.
"No. Tell me you'll stop torturing him and I'll stay." She said, putting the gun towards me. She played with the trigger, she knew what she was doing, it was scaring me this time. She shot me once she'll do it again.
"Ophelia, put it down." I backed up a bit.
"Negan, do what I say or I swear to God I'll put a bullet in your fucking head instead of your leg this time." She seemed calm, she started tapping her finger against the trigger. One wrong move and she'd do it.
"Okay, sweetheart. I'll do it. Whatever you want please just put it down." I was gonna take care of him, whatever she wanted. She always got what she wanted when it came to me.
I flinched, as I saw her the gun's safety on and throwing it straight at my stomach. "What the fuck was that for?!" I yelled, holding the side of my stomach in pain.
"Get the fuck up, walk out of here and tell your men to do what I told you. Now!" She gripped my shirt and pulled me up as much as she could.
"Okay. Calm down baby, please." I grabbed her hand, she opened the door and pushed me out the door before I could say anything else.
I heard the door lock, making a click sound. Fuck.
I actually had to do this.