Save the Savior | TWD

Dwight
It's been a week- a week since we've been back. The trip was useless, and painful. I had been wounded and Negan wouldn't let me go anywhere due to my arm. I was miserable and the only person who could really make me happy was Ophelia.
Considering the fact that I had jerked it a couple times this week because of her, I think I definitely needed her.
I also needed sun, I was cooped up in the same room for so long- it was becoming musty and gross.
I heard a knock at the door, I moaned a "come in." Opening the door, I saw Ophelia and Negan. He had his arm around her, with an annoyed expression on his face.
"Hey, how are you doing?" Ophelia smiled, practically dragging Negan along with her. She sat next to me on my bed, while Negan sat on the chair facing us.
She rested her hand on my thigh, making a warm feeling go throughout my body. "I'm alright," I said, smiling.
She looked at Negan, almost as if she was forcing him to say one nice thing to me.
"Fuck," he said under his breathe. "Since you're better now, I guess you can go outside." He said bluntly. "Am I done now?" He asked Ophelia, in annoyance.
"Yes Negan." She sighed and looked back at me.
"K bye." He walked out of the room, slamming the door.
"Why would you make him do that?" I asked.
"Because I can make him do anything." She laughed. "Now since you can go outside, get up. I wanna go somewhere."
"But I have things to do, you know happened last time." I said, I wanted to go with her. I couldn't.
"Please. Negan doesn't have time to do anything with me," she whined. Negan didn't ever have time to do anything with her. But I didn't like saying no to her.
"How about tomorrow? We can have the whole day to ourselves, whatever you want; we'll do." She sighed, and nodded. I felt so bad. She was always alone, fixing guns and staying in. She never had anything or anyone to keep her company.
"I'm sorry, love." I hated seeing her upset.
"It's fine." She got up and walked out.
Fuck. She was so mad.

Negan
I was angry, not with Ophelia- with Dwight. Ophelia loved him, they were close. Everything I do to him, affects her. I don't want to hurt her therefore I can't hurt him.
I felt bad for not keeping her company. I didn't always have time. Today I did, but I don't think she wanted to spend time with me. I sat down in the outside of the Sanctuary, watching everyone work.
I heard an open and close of the entrance, turning around I saw Ophelia. "Hi baby," I smiled at her.
She ignored me and walked to the secluded side area of the building.
What the fuck. I quickly got up and followed her.
"Ophi!" I called, she still ignored me. I finally caught up to her and walked beside her.
"What do you want Negan?" She snapped, stopping in her tracks.
"I just wanted to talk. What's your problem?" I hated when she got like this. Recently, she's been bitter and annoyed.
"My problem is that you keep me locked up with these fucking pigs and you expect me to be happy. I want to do what I was doing at Alexandria. I hate living here, I hate this place! I hate the people, I hate the stupid fucking workers, I hate you! I want to leave!" She screamed with tears falling down her face.
Without a second thought, I pushed her against the wall and grasped her wrists- forcing her to stay right where she was.
"Listen to me, you never embarrass me like that, I treat you like a fucking queen. Would you rather be prying a fucking knife into those things all day than being here with me? I don't fucking think so, so the next time you want to fucking complain about how fucking miserable you are; and how hard your life is, think about what other situations you could be in right now!" I yelled in her face. I couldn't control it, I didn't want my man to think I was going to take this from her.
She didn't say anything, she just studied my face for a while. I let go of her wrists, she stood there.
"Sorry." I whispered.

I couldn't do this, neither could she.