[SUMMARY: Violeta, an abused mother cannot help...

[SUMMARY: Violeta, an abused mother cannot help but take an interest in the lonely man locked in the cell, in Alexandria.]

Fluff/Violence

Negan and Violeta.

“Daniel, your dinner is ready!” You called out down the hall to see your 5 year old son running towards you.
“Finally.” He whispered making you chuckle. It was a quiet afternoon, one you hadn’t had in a while thanks to your boyfriend Manuel. He wasn’t your sons father but he was all you had before you came across this group. You were glad that for today, he was assigned to go out for some supplies. You needed a break from him, you both did. You sat Daniel down and poured him some water before taking a look outside the window. You usually kept yourself apart from the problems Rick and the group were facing, they understood this being that you had a son and all. But, you couldn’t help but be curious about the man they had locked up in a cell. All you knew was that his name was Negan. They never really explained to you what he did, only that he was a man that could not be trusted.

You looked down at Daniel for a moment as he finished his food before looking back outside the window. Carol was guarding the door that led to Negan, you couldn’t help but want to know more about the situation. Know more about him and the history of what happened. Curiosity got the best of you.
“Daniel, stay here for a little bit. I’m gonna go look at something ok?”
He nodded his head happily enjoying his food before you made your way out towards Carol. As you were just about to start speaking to her, Carl came along with a tray of food and water.
“Here’s his lunch.” Carol took hold of the tray before looking behind Carl distractedly at what Rick and Maggie had been doing. They seemed to be trying to make the entrance more secure but it wasn’t working.
“That whole thing is going to fall apart!” Carol yelled out to them with concern before suddenly handing you the tray and running off towards them.
“What-” you stood there confused looking up at Carl who shrugged.
“Just give him his food. He’s locked up, he can’t hurt you.” Like nothing, Carl walked off towards the others. Everyone seemed to be so distracted into their own thing, you had no idea what you got yourself into. You looked at the black door, you hesitated for a moment before finally walking towards it and opening it. It was cold and dim in the room, you looked down the stairs nervously before you began to make your way down.

“It’s about fucking time my lunch is here, almost chopped my own dick off.”
Negans voice startled you making you look up to see a man sitting down at the corner of the cell as you made your way to the last step. He was looking down as he spoke before he pushed himself up and looked right at you.
“Well hell-o” Negan slowly smiled with a lean as he stared at you curiously.
“Don’t think I’ve seen you before, cause I definitely wouldn’t have forgotten coming across your pretty little face.”
You stood there silently when you noticed his eyes look down at the tray of food you had in your hands.
“Well sweetheart-” he chuckled noticing the intimidation you felt.
“-are you gonna give me that food or are you just gonna fucking stare at me all day?”
“Oh-” You felt like an idiot standing there not noticing his eyebrows raise at the first sound of your voice.
“Sorry, I- I don’t even- never mind. Here you go.” You hesitantly took a few steps forward before placing the tray on the floor and sliding it underneath the small space. Negan was amused by the way you were acting around him. You seemed nervous, you seemed….careful.
“Thank you…..-"he raised an eyebrow waiting for you to fill in the blank with your name.
"Violeta.”
“Ah..it’s got a nice fucking ring to it. Violeta.”
There was something about hearing this man say your name in a smooth deep voice that made you simply pause. There was something about him that you couldn’t explain. The way he spoke, the way he carried himself. He was suppose to be bad, wasn’t he? For some reason, as intimidating as he was, you felt something strange. Almost as if you knew him.

Negan leaned down to pick up the tray and quietly slid down against the wall. He leaned his face towards the food and breathed in through his nose before letting out a satisfied sigh.
“Fucking delicious.” He muttered as you quietly watched. You couldn’t help but notice just how cold and dark the room really was. His cell only had a bucket in the corner with a thin blanket on the dirty ground for him to lay on, you almost felt sorry for him when he looked up and noticed you looking at his space.
“It’s not so fucking bad, not when you get used to it.” He smiled before continuing to eat his food. He seemed to have such a in control, no fucks given kind of attitude about it. But, you could tell it was a bit of a cover up.

“You’re not..cold down here?” Negan chewed looking up at you, taking in the soothing sound of your soft voice. It had been a while since he had a proper conversation with another human, let alone a beautiful woman.
“Are you offering to keep me warm?” He couldn’t help but give you a wink before taking another bite. He was a tease and loved turning everything into some sort of joke. Dirty ones were his favorite but, for some reason he didn’t go that far with you. Not yet at least. You quietly laughed noticing the twinkle in Negans eyes as he heard what he thought was a sweet sound.
“You should ask them for another blanket..or something.”
Negan chuckled as he placed his tray down and stood up slowly walking closer to the bars between the two of you.
“Not so easy asking shit from people who don’t like you, baby doll.”
“Well…would you like me to maybe bring you one?”
“You telling me you like me?” He whispered with a smirk making you bite back a smile shyly.
“Just trying to be nice.”
Negan smiled but, it wasn’t the same cocky smile he showed off to you before. There was a softness to it.
“If it wouldn’t be much trouble. I’d fucking appreciate that.”
The two of you silently smiled at each other for a moment, you couldn’t help but wonder what he had done. It was hard to picture him doing something so vicious the way they described.

“What did you do?” You suddenly blurt out making him look down before he took a deep breath.
“You don’t wanna know, sweetheart.”
Negan was almost afraid to tell you what he had done and how he had done it, it had been so long since anyone let alone a woman looked at him the way you did. He didn’t wanna lose that.
“It can’t be that bad, can it? You’re still alive.” Just as Negan was about to respond the two of you were interrupted by someone coming down the stairs.
“Mommy! Why did you come down here?” Negan frowned as you quickly turned to your son and rushed towards him.
“Daniel what did I tell you about leaving the house? Go back and finish your food.” You whispered as you looked down at him, Negan was taken back when he heard the little boy call you ‘mommy’. You looked so young to have a kid at his age already.
“But, I saw you leave through the window. Manuel isn’t back yet, I wanna stay here. Why are you here-” Daniel leaned side ways taking a look at Negan.
“And who’s that guy?” He whispered loudly making Negan chuckle. Your 5 year old son was too smart for his own good.
“I’m Negan, son.” You were surprised to hear his response as you turned back to him.
“And this is your mom huh? Shit, I would’ve never guessed she had a kid.” Negan took a look at you up and down pressing his lips tightly together.
“Language!” You yelled realizing how dumb it must’ve looked to tell a man behind bars to watch his language.
“Ohh…I didn’t know you had a mouth on you, darling. I apologize.” He raised his hands up teasingly as you felt your son pull on your shirt.
“Mom, why is he in jail? Is he bad?” Why is he alone? Doesn’t he get bored?“
Before you could think of a response to one question, Daniel would throw another. You heard Negan laugh low to himself as you struggled to find the right words to say.
"I made a mistake kid.” Negan explained noticing your struggle.
“I made a mistake and now I’m being punished.”
“Punished?” Daniel whispered.
“Yeah, that’s what happens when you do something wrong. And I did something very wrong…something I wish I could take back.” You stared at Negan curiously before snapping out of your thoughts, you wanted Daniel back at home.
“Daniel, get back upstairs to the house ok?” You whispered just wanting to have him away from this area.
“Do you like being alone?”
Daniel asked Negan completely ignoring what you said.
“Sometimes….but, sometimes it can get pretty lonely down here. I don’t really have…friends. Everyone is kinda mad at me.” Negan chuckled as you looked over at him. You could see the sadness through his smile.
“But your mom…she’s been the nicest to me.” Negan spoke low making you blink with surprise. It was true. Negan knew he deserved every ounce of shit he was getting but, your kindness was very much appreciated by him. It was refreshing…it almost reminded him of Lucille.
“You too kid. Your mom and you are the first ones here to even want to talk to me.” He turned serious staring right at you as you felt Daniel look up at you. You couldn’t describe the pity you felt with the way he stared at you through those bars. He had a deep look of gratitude in his eyes before smiling down at your son. He never knew how much he missed having simple conversations with people.

“What the hell are you doing in here?!” Your boyfriend Manuel suddenly appeared coming down the stairs making you gasp as you looked back at him.
“Manuel I was just-”
“You were just what? What the fuck were you doing?” Negan frowned as he noticed your reaction to Manuels presence. He wasn’t sure if he was the father to your son but, he could tell there was some sort of fear in you.
“I was just giving him his lunch.” You explained.
“You give it to him and you leave! Don’t waste your damn time on talking to this asshole. He’s not worth it. Got it? Why the hell are you even here?”
You looked over at Negan who was staring at Manuel suspiciously. He had never really had to deal with Manuel much before but he already didn’t like him. “Look at him, he’s a loser.” Manuel continued as Negan looked your way.
“You don’t know what he’s done. You feel sorry for him until you learn what a sick fuck he is.” At that point, Negan looked down at the ground, he knew he deserved the treatment he got from the others. He knew you’d probably think the same of him if you knew the truth. He understood why people thought what they thought of him. But, not you. You didn’t know this man very well but you always sympathized with others. Maybe that was a weakness of yours, but you couldn’t help but feel sorry for this man.
“I don’t see the harm in just talking to him. He wasn’t bothering us.” You insisted in a calm tone. Negan looked up at you surprised that you even answered back to that and didn’t just leave.
“We wanted to be his friends.” Daniel spoke making Negan smile.
“He’s a murderer.” Manuel suddenly whispered inches away from your face.
“You wanna have a murderer around your damn kid? Is that the kinda mother you are?”
You paused for a moment at Manuels words, memories coming to you at how horrible he treated you in front of Daniel. Who was he to talk?
Negan was ready for you to run off and leave with everything you were being told but still, you didn’t.
“I don’t think you should judge.” You suddenly whispered making Manuel suddenly grab you by your arm and pull you against him with a warning glare in his eyes. Negans grip on the cold bars tightened.
“Id fucking watch where I put my hands if I were you.” Negans deep voice caused Manuel to look up at him before letting you go. You pulled back pulling Daniel beside you as he watched in fear. Manuel laughed as he slowly made his way towards Negan.
“You got some balls don’t you?” Manuel whispered staring right at him.
“I wanna see the fucking balls you’d have to touch her again when I’m out of this cell.”
“But that’s the beauty of it, Negan. You’re never gonna be free. You think any of these fucks here at Alexandria will believe you if you say something?” He laughed as Negan looked over at you. He knew you’d be too afraid to say a word.
“What kind of a pussy preys on someone who can’t fight back? Does that make you feel like a man?” Negan squinted his eyes as he spoke, testing his temper. He could tell Manuel grew frustrated with his words but, that didn’t stop him.
“I’ll do what I want.”
Without saying a word Negan suddenly spat in his face making you gasp. Manuel took a step back wiping his face off with his shirt, he laughed in disbelief. Negan was no easy man to deal with.
“Let’s go, Violeta. You’ve done enough shit today.” Manuel spoke loudly staring at Negan. You gently pushed Daniel up the stairs before Manuel turned to you.
You knew this meant you’d probably deal with more of this behind closed doors. Negan could see the fear in your body language.
“Go.” Manuel uttered low as he pushed you making you fall to your knees on the steps. Negan cursed at himself, his knuckles turning white around the bars from how hard he wanted to break free. You picked yourself up before Daniel could turn and see you on the floor and rushed up the stairs out of the room.

Negan paced in his cell back and forth, he couldn’t help but think about what was happening to you in that moment. Nothing pissed him off more than knowing someone’s weakness was being taken advantage of. A kind woman’s weakness. Clearly you were too afraid to fight back against Manuel and Manuel fed off of it.

Manuel didn’t say much to you when you got to the house, he pulled you up the stairs while Daniel remained downstairs with Tara.

“How many times do I have to say to stay in the freaking house?!” Manuel slammed the door shut after he pulled you in.
“Manuel I was just-” you were cut off with one hard smack. You looked down holding back tears, holding the side of your face in silence. It stung more than usual.
“You see what you made me do!”
Manuel continued to yell pacing around the room as you stood still, afraid to say a word.
“You know what? Im just gonna finish off the errands I was trying to fucking do today. I’ll probably be back by daylight tomorrow.” Without another word he left the room heading down the stairs. You hated this man with a deep passion. The pain he caused you in every form was something you could not take. Not anymore.

That night you lay awake beside Daniel waiting for him to fall asleep. You already had something planned in mind and maybe it wasn’t a good idea but, you didn’t care. You pushed yourself off the bed and covered Daniel up before planting a soft kiss on his temple. You grabbed 2 extra pillows with some blankets and left the room. Downstairs you could see Daryl sleeping on the couch, beside him were the keys to the basement Negan was locked in. You knew you could easily get them if you were quiet enough and…you were.

Once you got a hold of the keys you made your way outside heading for the door that led to Negan. Quietly you opened the door to complete darkness. You turned on your flashlight and shivered at how much colder it felt. When you began to make your way down the stairs, you flashed the light right at the cell to find Negan leaning against the wall, surprisingly..awake. He squinted his eyes before taking a better look to see it was you.
“Violeta? Fuck, what are you doing?” He whispered shaking his head as he grabbed onto the bars facing you. He swore Manuel would come for you. You didn’t say a word as you walked towards him.
“Don’t do this. I can’t protect you from in here.” Negan whispered.
“Just let me do what I want. I’m a grown woman. Everyone is asleep and Manuel is out getting supplies.” You whispered before moving closer to the lock. You stared at him hesitantly before lifting up the keys in your hand and pushing them in.
“Maybe I’m crazy for doing this…but, something tells me….you wouldn’t hurt me.” You whispered as you turned the key.
“I would never.” He responded calmly looking straight at you.

The two of you stared at each other quietly for a moment before you opened the cell door and stepped closer. You handed him a pillow and the extra blanket making half a smile appear.
“Aren’t you a fucking doll, Violeta.” He murmured staring down at you.
“And what’s that for?” He looked down at the extra pillow and blanket in your hand.
“For me. You’re alone all day so-”
“You wanted to keep ol'Negan company.” Negan responded in a cocky tone making you role your eyes playfully.
“You never have anyone with you, so I figured why not.” You placed the pillow on the floor and lay down as he stared down at you. Truth was, as lonely as he was…so were you. No one knew the real life you were living with Manuel. Negans cockiness was only him being playful, deep down you could see the piece of him that needed this just as much as you did. The piece of him that was happy you were there.

Negan lay down beside you as you placed the flash light facing the ceiling to give the room some light. He sighed looking over at you before he noticed the light shade of red on your cheek. You looked up and caught him with furrowed brows staring at you, he already knew.
“That fucking-”
“I’m fine. It was really nothing.” You insisted as you lay down comfortably on your back. Negan could tell it was something you didn’t really wanna talk about. All you wanted was this moment of peace. Negan couldn’t deny it, he himself wanted this, he needed this. He appreciated the company. The loneliness he felt wasn’t one he enjoyed telling others. The two of you stared up in silence before you felt him look over at you.
“How’s the kid?”
“Daniel? Daniels fine, he’s deep asleep.”
“You know, I would’ve never guessed you had a fucking kid his age. What are you 20 something-”
“I had him young.” You interrupted softly.
“I was 17 and-”
“You don’t gotta explain shit to me, sweetheart. Shit happens.”
“Manuel isn’t his father.” You randomly blurt out looking over at him.
“I know you probably judge me and think-”
“I just think he shouldn’t fucking lay his hands on you.” He responded bluntly staring at the ceiling. It kind of surprised you that a man that was locked up in a cell for doing something horrible, still had his limits.

“Before I came across Alexandria I had no one. I needed help, things were hard with my son.”
“And he decided to take advantage.” Negan whispered coldly.
“I want to get away from him but, I can’t tell anyone here. I don’t wanna put this on them-”
“You can put it on me.” Negan whispered looking over at you.
“I’ve gotten my hands dirty plenty of fucking times. This would be nothing. I can fucking stand a man-no he’s not a man, a low life piece of shit who pulls crap like that.”
You looked back at Negan not being able but wonder what exactly he had done to be in this cell…how he had done it.
“You got something you wanna ask me,darling?” He raised his eyebrows feeling the looks you were giving him, he already knew what you were thinking.
After a moment of silence you finally spoke.

“You killed someone right..? Why?”
Negan took a deep breath knowing he wasn’t going to be able to dodge this question forever.
“Rick and his people came to me first. They killed a bunch of my men in their fucking sleep. How wasn’t I suppose to fight back?”
Negan sighed placing his hands behind his head.
“Something had to be done. I’m sorry it happened the way it did but-”
“Rick did worse.” You whispered making Negan look over at you.
“I get it.” You looked back at him in silence. Negan didn’t understand the connection with you but he liked it. Even after all the horrible shit you had heard about him, here you were laying down in his cell beside him.
“You’re not afraid of me.” Negan muttered as if he was trying to convince himself. He was used to people either showing him fear or automatically fighting him. You seemed calm and comfortable in his presence.
“Should I be?” You whispered looking him in the eye. Negan shook his head turning his body towards you.
“You shouldn’t ever be afraid of me.” Negan assured you.
You smiled when suddenly the flash light went out leaving the room pitch black.
“Shit.” You whispered turning to your side towards Negan to reach for the flash light. But, before you could even reach for it you suddenly felt Negans hand on your waist. You froze for a moment in the darkness, you could feel Negans face close to yours. The sudden rush of excitement running through you was one you didn’t expect…but you liked it. Negan seemed to wait for a moment, unsure if you’d stop him but, you didn’t.
“You deserve a man, sweetheart.” Negan whispered in a deep rough voice. The sound of it made you forget everything for a moment.
“A man who’d make you feel safe. Id only use my fucking hands to make you feel good.” You could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips. The sexual tension between you 2 was high.
“Let me be that man.” You lay still facing him until you felt him lean in for a soft kiss. Negan parted your lips with his tongue making you softly moan. You brushed your hand up his chest and slid it around his neck as the two of you kissed each other a little more aggressively. He breathed deeply as you felt him pull your body against his fully. His hand slowly ran down your hip to your thigh, you could feel Negans excitement when suddenly, you heard someone rushing down the stairs before a light flashed at the two of you.
“Manuel.” You whispered in shock as he stopped and noticed the cell door was open. He looked at the two of you in shock as Negan got up on his feet ready to face him.
“Negan..” you uttered low as you stood up beside him, Manuel couldn’t believe what he came across.
“Manuel likes to act all tough with you right? Let’s see how tough he is with my cell door fucking open.” Negan grinned as he stepped forward making his way closer to Manuel. Manuel glared at you, anger raging through him.
“You think you’re gonna get away with this? When the others see you opened his cell…they’re kicking you out. They won’t trust you and I’ll stay with your kid.”
“No!” You abruptly yelled back, something you had never done to Manuel. His eyes widened in disbelief before he charged towards you only to be completely blocked by Negan. Negan shoved him back all the way to the wall, you watched in shock as the two men struggled against each other. Loud grunts and hard punches being thrown, you had no idea what to do when Daryl and Rick suddenly made their way down the stairs.

“What the hell is going on here!?” Rick yelled as he pulled Negan away. Daryl pulled Manuel back, who was bloody and wounded.
“I wanna see this fuck try and lay his hands on Violeta again!” Negan yelled trying to push past Rick still pissed.
“Negan- please.” You stood beside him trying to calm him down. Rick frowned curiously noticing how the 2 of you looked at each other. Manuel could barely speak, his body slouching against the wall as Daryl struggled to hold him up.
“Is this true?” Rick whispered looking down at you. You nodded before quietly pushing your hair back behind your ear and showing the light bruise Manuel left on you earlier. All Negan wanted to do was hurt him some more.
“Negan helped me. He didn’t do anything wrong here.” You explained to Rick who looked up at Daryl. Daryl of course was much more hesitant than Rick, he didn’t care if Negan helped you. He didn’t want to give him any credit.
“Lock him up in here.” Rick whispered to Daryl before pulling you and Negan out of the cell. You watched in disbelief as Manuel was thrown on the ground all bloody. He deserved it.
Negan stared down at him through the bars like an animal who wasn’t finished with his attack. You could see it in his eyes.
“Please don’t lock Negan up anywhere.” You suddenly whispered to Rick making Negan look at you.
“He helped me. I couldn’t take it anymore…and he helped me.”
Rick looked at Daryl who remained silent looking at you, you understood why they wouldn’t want to let him free, but you didn’t know what else to say.
“He regrets what he did.” You blurt out desperately.
“Violeta-” Negan whispered.
“No. What was this all almost 9 months ago. He regrets what he did and he saved me. I know I wasn’t there but, he regrets it. Give him some credit.”
Rick stared down at you as if he was actually thinking over what you said. Daryl walked off in frustration not wanting to hear it. He had enough.
“I’ll leave. I’ll just fucking leave from here, you won’t have to see my face again-”
“I’ll leave with you!” You yelled at Negan as he spoke to Rick.
Rick quietly lifted up his hands and sighed.
“No one has to go anywhere. I’ll see what we set up.”
You breathed in relief before Rick let the two of you lead the way out.

Negan winced as the 3 of you walked back to the house, he held his side in silence.
“Let me see-”
“I’m alright.” He took hold of your hand and held it as he limped back to the house. Rick watched the two of you get in the house together as he stayed behind with Daryl. He knew this would be something that would be terribly hard to explain in the morning. But, until then, he let the 2 of you have your rest.

You bought Negan upstairs quietly to see Daniel still fast asleep. He groaned in pain as he sat down on the bed still holding onto his side.
“Would you let me take a look?” You whispered sitting down beside him. He frowned looking over at you before he stood up and slowly pulled his shirt over his head before you. The first thing you noticed was the dark hair he had on his chest, it made a trail down his stomach that continued beneath his pants. Negan stood still as he took a deep breath watching you stare at his body before you noticed the slight bruise on his side.
You placed your small hand on it as you stood to face him and caressed it gently.
“I’m sorry you had to do this.” You whispered as he stared down at you.
“It’s nothing I wouldn’t do again.”
You looked back at Daniel before you felt him move closer, his body lightly pressing against yours.
“I can’t stay here, honey.” He whispered making you look back at him.
“They won’t want me here and I don’t blame them. You can stay here with Daniel-”
“I want to go with you.” You insisted calmly, it had been so long since you felt safe with a man. Negan wanted you to come along with him but, he wanted you to be sure.
“You don’t owe me shit, doll. If you want-”
“I want to go with you.” You stared up at him moving closer. Negan took a deep breath as he looked down at you, his hands on your waist now.
“Can we talk about this tomorrow? Can you just lay down with me?” Negan nodded before you gently pushed Daniel more to the side and got in the middle. You placed your arm around him before you felt Negan lay down behind you. The warmth of his skin against you made you feel relaxed. You decided to turn to face him gently placing your head on his chest, he smiled brushing your hair back.
You couldn’t remember the last time a man touched you the right way. It felt nice. Your hand caressing his chest slowly running down his stomach before he stopped you, grabbing onto your wrist.
“Easy sweetheart, that’ll get me excited easily.” You giggled looking up at him, his eyes were closed.
“If it wasn’t for your kid, I might just let you go.” He grinned making you smile to yourself, he actually kept your son in mind.
“Let’s get some rest.” You whispered laying your head back down.
“At dawn we leave. We’ll only alert Rick.”
“Ok.”
You felt Negans hand squeeze yours, he knew you were afraid. You couldn’t hide it.
“I promise I’ll never fucking lay a hand on you.” He whispered without looking at you. You never thought he would. What scared you was taking off. The unknown was always a scary place but, Negan was very sure of himself that in the unknown you would be safe. Safe with him.