𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 -Negan x Reader

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He lets out a blood-curdling scream and lets go of your throat. Gasping, you shove him off of you. You weakly drag yourself to the gun, glass shredding your skin. You hear banging on the door as the ringing subsides like someone is trying to kick it down. Grabbing the gun, you pull yourself to your feet and aim it at Dean. He lays there, blood seeping from his wound, shaking, waiting for you to end it. The pounding on the door only increases. You point the gun at his head, you see his helpless eyes between the sights on the pistol.

"No," you say just as he told you.

You move the aim of the gun from his head to his chest and squeeze the trigger. You watch as his hands leave his neck and now clutch the bullet wound you've left in the middle of his chest. He starts choking, blood coming from his mouth. The door finally caves in and you let the gun fall to the floor, never letting your eyes leave Dean. A smile spreads across your lips as you watch him take his last breath.

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The blood on your hands is all you focus on.

They put you into a room with a single barred window with nothing but a cot and a bucket. You wheeze with each breath you take. The small shards of glass embedded in your hand glint in the orange rays from the sunset shone in through the window. You haven't seen anyone since they took you from the room and threw you into here. It's been a few hours. You can't remember who came in or who brought you here. The last face you remember is Dean's. You can feel the stickiness of his dried blood on your neck and shirt.

I wonder when they're going to kill me.

As if it was on cue, the door squeaks open. You look up and find Dwight with a look of relief on his face. You couldn't be more relieved to see him. He walks over to the cot and wraps you into a hug, smelling of cigarettes. Pulling back his worried blue eyes scan you, honing in on your neck.

"You okay?", he asks.

"Better than ever.", you tell him in a raspy tone.

It hurts so much to talk.

"How are you here?", you ask.

He sits down beside you on the thin cot.

"Well I have the pleasure of guarding this room.", he explains.

They must not know we're friends.

"It's a mess out there right now. The guys want your head on a stick."

"I'm sure they'll get what they want."

"Negan won't let that happen."

You look at him, brows furrowed in confusion.

"His exact words were: nobody lays a finger on her or I will cut your fucking hand off.", he tells you.

What?

Isn't he mad? I mean I know that he knew what was going on but he's going to let me get away with murder?

"He knew what was going on. He's ruthless but he's not heartless. What Dean did to you was... fucked up. I think everybody knew or suspected things were bad behind closed doors. I know the guys knew about it. I think that's how Negan found out. He must've overheard it.", he explains.

"There's no way I just get to kill Dean and get away with it.", you shake your head.

"If he wanted you dead, you would've been shot as soon as they came in and saw what you did. He wouldn't bother to put you in here and vet the guard to make sure they didn't have any intention to hurt you.", he says simply.

You nod in understanding.

"Is he coming down here?", you ask.

"Right now he's called a meeting for the saviors. I'm sure he's going to want to talk to you sooner rather than later. He's got to put out some fires and take their pitchforks."

This makes you laugh. He also gives you a small chuckle. He finally stands up and looks at the door.

"I better go out here and keep watch. They should be about done with their meeting.", Dwight says looking back at you.

You nod.

"I'm glad you're okay.", he tells you sincerely.

You give him a small smile.

"Thank you for everything, really.", you tell him.

He smiles and walks to the door but before leaving he stops at the door.

"I'm also glad you let him suffer."

He then opens the door and leaves to stand watch. You're now all alone with your thoughts and blood-stained hands to look at. You could lie down and try to sleep but you know it won't happen. Too many thoughts are swirling in your head and you're still a little shaken up. Talking with Dwight helped ease your mind a little bit.

You couldn't ask for a better friend. He's helped you more than he could ever imagine. The world felt more at ease for you now. Sure, all of the saviors wanted you hung, but Dean was gone. No more drunken nights, black eyes, busted lips, or bruises. You wouldn't care if the entire world was coming for your neck as long as it meant Dean was still dead.

What is Negan's deal? I mean I'm grateful and all for him not letting them burn me at the stake, but he's putting himself in a tough spot by not letting them avenge their friend. I'm nothing to him. Why bother? What is he gonna say? He should already know why I did it.

What comes after this?

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