Forced to love you Cover Done By @Natasha Palma Negan Fanfiction

Giving up my life.

Jax's P.O.V.

Blood pools on the ground, where my friends once sat. Abraham and Glenn's lives taken, in a brutal act of violence, shaking us all. My knees ache from sitting all night, while my legs cramp in protest.

Anger, sadness, and fear flood through my heart, knowing my friends are gone. Abraham was chosen first, his life was taken, to pay for our crimes. Negan made it clear, he would kill one, then make the rest of us work for him. This was our new life, one I want to escape.

Glenn's death was a result of my impulsive husband. Daryl  punched Negan for trying to make Rosita look at her lover's dead body. This enraged our dangerous host, causing another death.

I can still hear the crack of the bat hitting bone. The sickening sound plays like a loop in my mind. The gory scene of chunks of brain splattered on the grass twists my stomach in knots.

The bloody bat drips crimson liquid on the ground, as he walks to our leader. A large chunk of flesh hangs off the barbwire weapon, a sick reminder of our grief.  Drops of blood splash onto Ricks' face, as Negan pushes the bat in his face.

" Damn, I did a good fucking job. I think Lucille has had her fill of  blood, well, maybe." The arrogant man taunts.

Ricks' lips tremble, his blue eyes glaring at the evil man above him.

" I will kill you." My friend threatens.

"Wow, I can see I have my work cut out for me. Simon, what did he have on him?"

" A hatchet," Simon confirms.

"Nice choice, well I would like to see how it works."

Negans eyes scan the crowd, before landing on Carl. His eyes seem to recognize that Carl is related to Rick.

" Is this your kid?"

Ricks' eyes fill with worry, unsure of what is to come.

" He is definitely, your kid, he has the same stink eye. Kid, get over here."

The arrogant leader slips off his belt, then wraps it tightly around the young boy's arm. He then takes a sharpie and drawing a thick line on his arm.

" Now, kid I need you to lay down and keep your left arm away from your body. We don't want daddy to make a mistake. "

Red eyes stare back at me, as I glance at the worried father. He has already lost so much, and I can't imagine him losing his son. His curly locks stick to his face,  he struggles to make sense of this madness.

" Now, Rick, I need you to cut your kids arm off, right on that line. I know that's a messed up thing to ask, but you brought this shit on.

I have tried to change that look in your eyes, it's the same look you have given me all night. I won't stop until I see the right expression, so now, cut his arm off."

I can't imagine what Rick is thinking right now. How could Negan be so cruel? Why does he need to continue to torture us? Haven't we lost enough?

" I am not asking, prick. Do it now, or everyone dies. Put guns to the back of their heads, so when you shoot it will be a real messy sight. "

His soldiers do as they are told, making me feel the cold metal on my head.

"It can be me." Rick pleads, trying to save his son.

Negan shakes his head, not accepting his feeble offer.

" Nope, I want you to take that weapon, and make a clean cut. We have an amazing doctor. The boy will live, " he pauses, then adds  "probably."

" I can't do it, please, don't ask me too." The weary dad pleads.

" Do it now, or everyone dies. "

Rick raises his weapon, then crumbles to the ground. His loud sobs echoing off the trees as he struggles to do as he is asked.

" This is the look I wanted to see. Now, we can move on. You work for me, you provide for me."

" I provide for you." The relieved dad mumbles, realizing his son might be spared.

" Today, was a productive day. Dwight, load up that redneck, and we will hall ass."

He can't take my man, I need him. I knew what I had to do, but it would change my life.

" Please, don't, please take me instead." My loud voice caught the leaders attention, making him glance my way.

Negan stops mid-stride, pivoting on his heel, and makes eye contact with me.

Tear's stream down my face, unsure if he will listen to my plea. A small smile plays on his lips,  upon seeing my distress.

The arrogant man crouches down, using his bat to keep him in place. His hot breath fans my face, making me squirm under his scrutinizing gaze.

" What's your name sweetheart?" He demands.

" Jax, please, don't take him."

"Why the hell not?"

" He is my husband, please, I will do anything, if you let him go."  My head falls, as fresh tears pour down my face.

A long finger pushes my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. A dark silence falls between us, consuming the air.  His eyes wander over my body, taking in every detail he can.

His tongue laps over his bottom lip, causing a sick feeling to rise in my stomach.

"Offering anything is a steep price to pay. Are you sure you're up for that? Is he worth giving up your life for?"

" When you love someone, losing your life to save them is always worth it."

Negan uses his knees to push himself up, not acknowledging my answer. I keep sitting here unsure what he has decided.

" If, you want to take his place, then get in the car." A deep voice demands, proof he has accepted my offer.

I don't know what my life will be like now, but I know I did the right thing.