Chapter 2: welcome "home"

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Negan's p.o.v

I scored 3 for 1 tonight boys, took 2 of ricks men for me and one of ricks men's lives. Well, one of ricks men for me and one smoking hot babe. Maybe I could even make her into one of my wives, it'd take a hell of a lot of work though she is a resistant one. Then I dragged rick along and made him fight ruthlessly for his life while I sat pretty in an rv. And then I even threatened to make him cut off his own kids arm, and my oh my was that shit drastic. That kid is badass, has bigger balls than his daddy.

We arrived back at the sanctuary and Dwight pulled away Daryl to go into some holding cell and I took my prize on a tour around the complex that I call home. And a damn good one too. She slid out of the back of the truck and the first thing she saw was me, she glared up at me with her arms crossed and didn't say anything. "Let's go on a tour of your new home" I said, gently touching her shoulder to guide her towards the entrance to the giant concrete building.

We finished our tour in about an hour and she barely spoke the entire time, so I showed the nice lady to her room which was conveniently close to mine and asked her how she liked the place. "Yeah it's great, it's a lot like Auschwitz except I think Auschwitz was a bit more homey" she said sarcastically, arms still tightly crossed. I chuckled at her joke and sighed, "you'll warm up to it, shit. I mean. You've got no choice" I said, licking my lips as I looked down at her. "You should've just killed me" she said sternly, looking me dead in my eyes. I don't know why but this gave me chills.

"You're gonna regret saying that." I said, smiling and going to exit her room. "Oh and by the way, if you try to leave or do escape somehow, I'll find you. And bring you back and then you can sit pretty with your pal Daryl, oh and dinners at 7:30 every night" I said before leaving and slamming the door behind me, I didn't slam it because I was upset, I instead slammed it to make a point. She'd warm up to it here, she'd warm up to me. She'll learn to call this place home one way or another.

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