"You, get the fuck away!" Negan barked, his glimmering bat pointed right between Drew's bloodshot eyes. His hand shook vigorously; angrily.
You stumbled back, fear overcoming you. You had seen Negan mad, but never like this.
Negan quickly walked towards you, dropping his prized possession, Lucille, onto the ground.
"Fuck, are you okay?" His face showed concern, something you had never see him show before. His expression had softened almost immediately from the livid one he had just possessed.
Negan's body, once again, towered over yours. But, this time it was different. You felt safe, though you disliked admitting it.
"I'm fine..." You finally spoke, the coat of dishonesty in your voice noticeable.
"No, Y/N, th-this whole fucking thing is not fine," Negan's voice escalated once more. "He's- he's gotta go."
"I..."
You stormed towards the door, the familiar sensation of hot tears streaming down your cheeks.
(a/n wow this is trash but try to enjoy lolol ill write the next part in a few :)
