Break Me |✧Negan 🍯

Door Number Three

"Come on, Honey. There's more we need to talk about yet. Come take a seat with me."

Negan sat on his leather sofa, throwing a cushion across the room and patting the space next to him. You walked over and sat, and he leaned his arm across the back, draping it behind you and angling his body so he was square on before shuffling to sit right next to you to make contact.

"I gotta ask you, doll. Where'd that accent come from?".

You frowned at him and nervously fiddled with a tassel on a cushion.

"Whats this, twenty fuckin' questions? What the hell is this about or what's it gotta do with you?" You scoffed, looking away when he gave you a warning glance at your tone and attitude.

"Aww come on, indulge me. Believe it or not, I'm genuinely fuckin' interested to know more about you". He crooned, letting a few fingers trace up and down your arm.

"My parents sent me to the States from England to go to Medical school". You sighed, giving Negan exasperated glances and rubbing your forehead in animosity for him, but you let him continue with his fingers as you felt little goosebumps erupt where they trailed.

Negan nodded at you in silent encouragement, urging you to continue.

"I was here a few months before the world went to fuckin' shit. I tried to get back but...but all the flights were canceled to stop the spread of the infection and...Well the rest is history"

A sad story Rick had told you leaked into your mind, about the time he found an Irish woman living in the woods, trying to lure him in to feed him to her husbands head. You had sympathized with her, understanding how hard it was to just live, never mind survive in an unfamiliar land thousands of miles away from home.

"College? So you're what? Bout twenty-three now? He mused, counting his fingers.

"Something like that...who knows anymore, I'm still pretty south from you though, what are you like triple my age" You shrugged at him, looking at his face to gauge his age and noticing the silver streaking through his hair.

"Callin me old, doll?" Negan laughed, gently pinching your thumb when you reached over to pull a silver hair out.

"I bet I could still run fuckin rings around you, even at my fucking age...You'd struggle to keep up." He jibed, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

You chuffed gently, popping the tip of your thumbnail into your mouth and trying so hard not to roll your eyes.

"So what did you do before the apocalypse?" Negan inquired. He did seem genuinely interested which slightly confused you, he leaned back, his thumb resting on his cheek and index finger lounging on his bottom lip. His steady gaze willing you to answer.

"My parents had a farm....so when I was younger I'd help milk the cows, feed and groom the horses, keep the sheep together, run our dogs. I always made sure the house was tidy and dinner was on the table at night...But I wanted to be a Doctor. My parents had just sold a hefty piece of land and they saved some of the money to pay for college in the states" You said, tightening your now loose ponytail to keep the memories at bay.

"I can imagine you as a farmyard fuckin Annie! Strapped up in dungarees and wellington's, fuckin adorable. Cookin and cleanin too, fuckin wife material right there." He laughed, slapping your thigh and making sure your knees touched.

"Well how about you, Negan? What were you before you were Sauron, I mean leader of the Saviors"? You inquired, leaning your elbow on the backrest and raising your eyebrow to him.

"If I'm not mistaken, doll. I'm the one asking the questions here. This is YOUR career day and I need to get a better feel for ya...Definitely, need to get a better feel of ya" He winked suggestively and looked you up and down lazily.