[SUMMARY: Negan over hears you one night being...

[SUMMARY: Negan over hears you one night being attacked by your husband and saves you.]

*Story involves talks of rape as it was requested. If you do not feel comfortable please do not read.*

Fluff/Drama

Negan and Lacey.

“Do you know where Daniel is?” You asked Negan as he had a drink by himself at the table.
“Hey! You’re wife is looking for you!” Negan leaned back on his chair peaking into the living room.
“Everything good between you two?” Negan turned back to you asking in a low voice.
“Yeah, we’re fine.” You responded and it was true you were fine..most of the time at least.
Daniel came out of the living room yawning loudly.
“I’m exhausted.”
“Me too. Let’s go to bed.” You motioned towards your bedroom as you spoke.
“Shit, I think I’m calling it a night myself.” Negan stood up and gave you a wink. You were one of the only women there he wasn’t fresh with. As beautiful as he thought you were he knew you weren’t like the others, you were a married woman and he could tell you were a good wife. He respected that.
“Bright and early tomorrow, we have work to do.” Negan gave Daniel a warning stare.
“Yes sir.” Daniel responded before Negan looked over at you.
“Be sure he gets his rest Lacey.” He chuckled as you took Daniels hand and led him to the room. Sometimes he wished he had a wife like you, watching how you’d take such good care of Daniel.
“Hey Daniel.” He yelled out to him making him look back.
“Be good.” He motioned towards you as you disappeared into the room.
“Yeah. I know.” Daniel followed you inside.

Negan pushed in his chair and headed into the room beside yours. He took off his jacket laying it on the chair next to his bat and lay back on the bed.

He stared at the ceiling for a while before his eyes slowly began to close when he suddenly heard something strange going on.
“Daniel…not tonight.” He heard you say low but the walls paper thin, he heard everything.
“I don’t feel too good.” You continued.
“I don’t care.” Negan frowned at Daniels response.
“No come on Daniel, stop!” Your voice got louder although you tried your best to not let anyone hear. You tried fighting him off hitting the walls as you struggled making Negan quickly get up. He walked out of the room as he heard you begin to cry.
“Please not again-” was the last thing he heard before he busted through the door. Daniel lay on top of you with his pants half off when the two of you froze at the sight of Negan.
“Negan wait-” you gasped knowing what he would do when he pulled Daniel off of you and threw him to the ground. You sat up covering yourself as you watched Negan get on him and begin to punch him repeatedly.
“After everything she’s done for you!” He yelled in fury, blinded by rage he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t even let Daniel speak, nothing he said would justify what he tried to do. Definitely not in Negans eyes.
Negan grunted at each hard fist thrown at him until his face wasn’t recognized any longer. Daniel was dead and you honestly did not care.
Negan threw himself back with swollen bloody fists out of breath. He looked up to find you in the corner of the bed hiding your face behind your knees.
“Lacey..” Negan pushed himself up off the ground and walked towards you. You took a peak at the bloody mess before you then noticed Negan staring at you with eyes you had never seen him with before.
But suddenly Daniel stood up, except he wasn’t himself any longer. He was a much worse thing, he was a walker.
“Negan!” You screamed making Negan turn just as the thing threw itself at him knocking him down.
You looked around quickly for a weapon and remembered the collection of knives Daniel had under the bed and grabbed one.
Negan flipped the walker on its back just as you got there on time and began to stab it in the head. But you didn’t stop.
Negan watched as you cried aggressively stabbing the walker letting all your anger out. He had never seen you this way before.
“Lacey.” He put his hand on you but you ignored it.
“Lacey!” He yelled before putting his arm around your waist and pulling you back. You dropped the knife and he was shocked to feel your arms wrap around his neck as you cried into his shoulder.
“I know..” Is all he could say.
“I know.” Negan picked you up in his arms and left the room taking one last look at the bloody mess you both left and closed the door.

He lay you down on his bed as you slowly began to calm down. Blood was splattered all over your face along with his hands and clothes.

Negan came back with a bowl of water and a towel. He grabbed a chair sitting across from you and slowly began to press the damp towel across your forehead and the rest of your face wiping off all the blood. He remained very serious, focused on the lost sadness in your eyes. He shook his head feeling anger slowly creep up on him again.
“You didn’t deserve this.” He whispered.
You didn’t say a word, you didn’t even look him in the eye. All you kept replaying in your head was the sight of his head being destroyed by his own knife. He deserved it, he deserved it all and more.
“Hey.” Negan used his index finger to turn your face towards him making you snap out of your thoughts.
“How many times has this happened?”
“Only tonight.” You sighed very calmly looking away but it was a lie. It was all a lie. There had been more than a few nights when that took place and you had to stay quiet. Nobody knew what was going on behind your closed door, you’d hear the guys passing by laughing loudly talking, even Negan would be right there. But no one knew a thing.
“Now why would you lie to me?” Negan squinted his eyes at you remembering your last words before he came through the door.
“Does it matter?!” You choked back tears.
“He’s dead now isn’t he? So what the hell does it matter how many times this happened.” You looked away stubbornly. Negan knew you had a point, Daniel could no longer harm you. But that fact that it happened to a woman like you. He just didn’t understand.

Negan rubbed the hair on his face when you noticed his bloody swollen knuckles.
“Jesus..” You whispered pulling them to you.
“It’s nothing, I’ve done worse.” He responded honestly not giving a damn how bad his knuckles turned out if it meant destroying Daniel.
“Give me.” You took the wet towel and gently rubbed the blood off him. He watched your face as you calmly focused on not hurting him.
“Does this hurt you?” You asked him without looking up. Negan couldn’t help but smile. Even after all you went through here you were concerned over his damn knuckles.
“I’m fine.” But he quickly turned serious. He knew you must’ve been hurting, he knew you weren’t ok but he admired how strong you showed to be.
“It’s ok to cry, Lacey.”
You looked up at him blankly.
“There’s nothing to cry about. He’s dead already. It’s done.” You swallowed before looking back down at his hand. Truth was it took everything to not break at that very moment. Nothing could take back the damage he caused, but you knew you had to work through it and for you that meant no more crying. No more dragging anything along. Negan took your hand unexpectedly and kissed it gently.
“You’re something else Lacey, you know that?”
You tried to remain calm, you tried not to show to much emotion because if you did, you didn’t think you’d be able to control it.
You slowly pulled back and stood up from the bed.
“We don’t tell the others about this. It was an accident and that’s it.”
Negan sighed and looked up at you. He didn’t want you to be this way, at least not with him. He wanted you to share how you really felt.
“Ok?” You spoke when he didn’t respond.
“Mhm.” He responded when you walked to the door.
“Where are you going?” He stood up quickly.
“I’m tired. I don’t want to talk anymore, I’m going to bed.” You figured you’d sleep on the chair in the living room. You didn’t want to bother Negan any longer.
“We don’t have to talk about shit but you’re not going anywhere. You have a bed right here.”
“Negan I-”
“Why the fuck would you sleep on a chair when you have a big comfortable bed right here…”
You remained silent.
“I’m not gonna touch you if that-”
“It’s not that!” You screamed hating that he even said that.
“You think I’m afraid to sleep next to a man now? You think I’m that stupid?”
“That’s not what I meant-”
“I don’t care what you meant. Move.” You pushed him out of the way and lay in the corner of the bed facing the wall hiding your tears.

Negan looked down wishing he could do something for you. He was angry that something he hated more than anything in the world could happen to the sweetest woman he’d ever known.

You pretended to be asleep when you felt Negan lay down beside you. He groaned with exhaustion, his back to you. He didn’t want to bother you, the last thing he wanted to do was make you more upset.

You waited for a while when you heard him begin to breathe heavier, you knew he was asleep. You sat up slowly and took a deep breath when out of nowhere you broke down crying. You tried to stay as quiet as you could but you couldn’t, taking in short gasps for air covering your mouth.
“Lacey.” Negan spoke in a deep voice turning over to your side when he noticed you sitting up looking down.
“Go to sleep Negan. Leave me alone.” You responded in a shaky voice without looking at him. But he was done listening to you. He was done leaving you alone and letting you torture yourself.
“Come here.” He suddenly pulled you in close to him making you gasp loudly.
“Relax…” His deep voice spoke in your ear and you slowly calmed down in his arms. He felt your body relax against his. It actually felt nice.
“Nobody’s gonna hurt you.” He whispered.
“Not with me here.”
He leaned on his side looking down at you, gently brushing your hair back. He wanted to kiss you so bad at that moment but he knew he couldn’t. But then he noticed you staring down at his lips. He moved very slow not wanting to surprise you and softly placed his lips on yours. He held your face in his hands kissing you deeply. You didn’t know exactly what was happening. You weren’t sure if you actually liked Negan or was just in a very vulnerable state. Or maybe it was both. As crazy as Negan was, he had always been good to you, he treated you with more respect than your husband ever did. You thought about how much you’d think of him, how much he’d made you smile and you realized you liked him along. Negan continued to kiss you when you felt his hand begin to slowly pull up your shirt and you froze.
“No.” You gasped moving your lips away.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered as he pulled your shirt back down. You never knew Negan had this side to him, you liked it very much. He pulled you in for a close cuddle and lay his head back down on the pillow beside you. He rubbed your back slowly as he closed his eyes, you looked up at him and smiled before scooting your body closer to his.
“Get some sleep.” He whispered.
“I’ll try.” You sighed making swirls with your finger on his chest. He kissed your forehead one last time and fell asleep.

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