Break Me |✧Negan 🍯

Join us, D

Honey had spent the last painfully lingering hour washing away the fresh crimson dribble of blood from her slightly crooked nose, her ankle throbbing and stinging with the searing agony of a thousand angry bee's, her head thudding like a pounding war drum as she ghosted her fingers over the fresh black contusions, her face and arms reminding her of littered leopard spots as she ran her tongue over her now loose teeth. 

Dwight's blue, narrowed eyes had been watching her with intent as he stroked his chin in thought, his gaze probing and penetrating, opening his mouth only for the words to fall dead in the air.

Honey finally spoke, the atmosphere between them thick and heavy, brimming with anxiety and a strange urgency, breaking the tension that was too much for her to bear as her bleeding subsided.

"What the fuck you lookin' at Dwight? Never seen a girl after a good fight before?"

Dwight suddenly hung his head low, averting his gaze to the floor, his fingers linked through the hoops on his belt as he tapped his foot against the porcelain of the sink in quiet frustration, the words spilling out of his taunt mouth, it was as if he was purging himself from his weighty burdens.

"You...you know, you'd fit in here, you could have a good life, if you'd just behave and do as your god-damn told, you'd make a good savior, there'd be no more struggle, you've already said the words, why not join the cause?"

Honey pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation as Dwight stared at her with piqued interest, his curiosity glimmering through his tired eyes, her own ebony peepers watering and fluttering as she gently tapped his shoulder, and he flicked his head up to meet her steely gaze, nibbling his cheek and rolling his tongue over his lips.

Honey was overtaken by a weight solemnity, her mind flooding with warring emotions that made her heart pinball in her chest as she gripped the taps, watching the red river drain down the plug.

"Really, D? Were goin' over this again? Look.."

She inhaled deeply, drawing in all the fresh oxygen to rid herself of her stale thoughts, squaring her feet and balling her fists.

"This started with blood, and that's how it's gonna end...between me and you Dwighty, I don't think we're all gonna make it out of this alive, I know Rick, and he meant it when he said he's gonna kill him...I believe in Rick Grimes, I always have"

She took a step towards him, outstretching her palms with a gentle smile on her face as tears sprang from her eyes, guilt crushing her spirit.

"...But sometimes...I lie awake at night, thinking about how we killed those men, I took away son's, fathers, uncles, lovers...sometimes I think this is all my fault, I should have done more to avert this fucked up game of death, now we're all gonna suffer, you...me...the poor fuck's workin' their asses off for points, your saviors, my Alexandria...innocent people...it's all gonna burn, everything we've worked for, everyone that's died to get us here! All for nothing! You said there would be no more struggle...the struggle hasn't even begun, there's a war coming, D. And I know you know it too...And when that big, bloody, nasty motherfucker of a storm comes to drag us all down to hell...you're gonna have to decide, do you want to die on your feet, or live the rest of your days on your knees? There's hope for us all at Alexandria, mercy for those that are lost. I can tell your lost D, we don't have to be enemies."

She rested her hands on his shoulders, his eyes widening as he audibly swallowed, checking for shadows under the doorframe.

"Why don't you join us? Come be free, we would have never burned you, you could be part of a family, you don't always have to live under his tyranny, come be a part of the new world, be part of it with us, I know your not a bad man...you're a victim of circumstance, just like me. Daryl and Tara will come around, and I won't forget how you gave me your coat, how you kept those rat's away from me, we could go tonight, Rick will accept you-"

Dwight grabbed her collar and shook her, almost putting his hand over her mouth as he bit his lip, the silver skin under his eye tense and sore.

"Honey! Keep your mouth shut, you don't know who's listening...Look, I'll forget you said that, if he knew he'd kill you, fuck, you should be dead already, he's got you on a rope and you're strangling yourself with it! Just behave! Keep your head down, and you can live..."

Dwight released her and gently pulled at her wrist, bringing his fingers up to his lips to command silence, but his eyes were soft, no menace or malice hiding in them as he twitched her a genuine smile.

"I'll look out for you, maybe we can help each other in the future, but for now...keep fuckin quiet, he likes you, you're a challenge, so keep him interested, everyone knows you refused him, he caught Barry joking about it and broke his kneecap for God's sake, if you play this right, you will make it out of this, and you might be able to save people, be like a bridge between our two communities...do you get what I'm saying?...When you meet him later don't fuck it up, he's gonna be takin' all of your people's medicine for your stunt in the kitchen, unless you know where you can find more you won't have anything left"

Honey blinked slowly, squeezing his wrist to show him she understood, a memory as bright as lit potassium barging it's way to the forefront of her mind.

She knew exactly where she could find more.

Dwight signed, pinching the bridge of his nose while ghosting his hand over his burnt profile, shaking his head and grabbing Honey's scruff.

"Come on, let's get you some food, boss say's you have to eat, I've not seen you put anythin' in your mouth since you've been here, your too thin, you gotta eat"

"Can you fuckin blame me? Your fuckin dog meat sandwiches have given me PTSD"