[SUMMARY: Negan and Gigi part two. Negan is your...

[SUMMARY: Negan and Gigi part two. Negan is your protective boyfriend and gets jealous of Daryl after what took place previously. ] **Violence** Negan and Gigi.

Negan and Gigi PART ONE.

After Negan confronted Daryl last week, he had become extremely protective you. He never left you alone with any of the men and he made it clear that you were his and only his. “Mornin’” Daryl stepped in the kitchen as you finished washing the dishes. “Hey, want something to eat?” Before he could answer Negan stepped in. “Could I help you with something boy?” He grabbed you hard from behind with a grin while speaking to him. “Negan..” You muttered. “Na.” Daryl mumbled before leaving the room. “Why do you have to be that way with these guys, he wasn’t even doing anything.” You shoved his shoulder lightly after facing him. “Because I can.” He kissed you grabbing your waist before looking down at your body. “Who you trying to look so fucking good for huh?” “Oh this guy..” You teased with a smile. “He’s insane but I love him.” You continued. “Yeah? Well I bet he’s insanely in love with all of you.” He kissed you hard. “Mmmmhmm.” The two of you continued kissing each other until one of the guys interrupted. “Negan- shit sorry.” Dwight came in but took a few steps back. “God dammit Dwight what the fuck do you want?” Negan looked back at him annoyed. “One of the doors is breaking. Them biters are out close by, we can’t keep it steady.” Negan frowned suddenly taking an interest about what Dwight spoke of. “I’ll be right back baby, be good.” He kissed your cheek before running out with Dwight. A while later you headed out back to find Daryl by himself shooting his crossbow, perfectly hitting the targets. “Wow you’re good.” He turned surprised to find you there. “Ain’t cha boyfriend looking for ya or somethin.” He turned back shooting another arrow. “Don’t mind him, he can be a little-” “Possessive?” He interrupted turning back towards you. “He’s not possessive, just gets a little jealous sometimes. But anyways, sorry about all that.” He looked up at you and simply nodded before shooting another target. “Mind showing me how you do that?” You stepped closer towards him. “Why not.” He muttered. “Alright, stand right here.” He placed his hands on your hips placing you in front of him. His face tensed at the feel of you. You had no idea but if it wasn’t for Negan, Daryl swore you’d be his. He knew you loved Negan too much. “Now hold it like this.” He placed the crossbow in your hand, his arms around yours as he guided you where to point. “Now let go.” His raspy voice whispered in your ear and you did, hitting the target spot on. “Oh I did it!” You cheered proud of yourself. “A natural.” He smirked when you looked back at him. Negan came out to the back when he felt a hard hit to his chest at the sight of Daryl’s hands on you. The smile you had on your face while he had a tight grip of your hips. Negans lip curved with the anger that arose in him and began making his way towards you when the unexpected happened. Daryl grabbed your face and kissed you. “Daryl!” You screamed pushing him back, you never ever thought he’d do something like that. “Boy I fucking hope your ready to die!” Negan suddenly came charging his way when you stood in the middle trying to stop him. “Negan wait!” You screamed but he grabbed Daryl over you. The smell of strong whiskey hit your face and you knew he was drunk. Like Negan wasn’t bad enough sober when it came to violence. “Negan you’re drunk!” You screamed pushing him off with all your strength but it didn’t compare to his. “Get the hell off of me!” Daryl yelled he himself trying to come at him. Negan stumbled back pointing at him. “Better sleep with your fucking eyes open. You’re done.” Daryl didn’t say a word staring at him out of breath. “Negan stop it, let’s go.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him towards your house. Negan continued to stumble as he entered the room. “Why the fuck are you defending Daryl huh?” He yelled slamming things around. “I’m not defending him Negan you’re drunk. I pushed him away, I didn’t want to kiss him.” You sighed as he turned to you angrily. “Oh…..I’m drunk?” He began to laugh before quickly becoming serious. “You’re fucking him aren’t you?” You rolled your eyes annoyed about to walk away when he grabbed your arm pulling you back to him. “Aren’t you?!” He yelled louder. “That’s what you want to hear Negan?! Yes, yes! I’m fucking him.” Blinded by rage and alcohol he lifted his hand at hit you across the face knocking you down. You screamed holding your face unable to believe what he just did as your hair covered your face. Never had Negan ever lay a finger on you. He himself stood back in shock as you cried dragging yourself away from him on the floor. “Gigi..” He whispered in instant guilt. You got up and ran as quickly as you could away from him and left the house. Negan stumbled onto the bed, staring at the hand he had just lay on you. He was vicious, he was cold but never had he gotten to that point with you. Guilt washed over him as his mind went all over the place. [ Message me if you’d like me to continue this, any ideas would be great. ]

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