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We were guided into a large room, but we were above everyone. Negan approached a railing so Carl and I moved forwards to get a closer look at what he was gazing at. To my amazement, there were mostly all the Saviours on the level below and kneeling down before Negan.

"The Saviours have gone out into the world and fought the dead and come back with some really good stuff. Some of that stuff can be yours, if you work hard and play by the rules." Negan began, looking beyond everyone's faces as he continued. "Today, everybody gets fresh vegetables at dinner, no points needed."

The people clapped gratefully, which only boosted Negan's large ego then and there. It was painfully obvious he was enjoying the fact that he got to rub his power and respect into our faces, it may not have bothered me but the fact that his self-respect was higher than this entire factory he calls a home, it was annoying. "You see that? Respect. Cool, huh? They're still on their knees? As you were!" Negan announced and everyone got up and went back to their daily tasks.

He started to walk off, Carl and I followed him and we were led down corridor after corridor until we finally ended up into a another room. A room which was filled with women in black dresses and heels which looked oddly uncomfortable. Whether they were all here willingly or by force I couldn't stop feeling bad for them as they were stuck with a guy who they probably despised. Who wouldn't hate him anyways?

"Ladies." Negan greeted.

I noticed Carl's expression behind me which was fully bewildered. Being closer to the man we both hated was scary enough.

"Don't mind the kids," Negan announced before leaning closer to Carl and taking his voice down to a mumble. "I know. Everyone woman where you're from dresses like they do the books at an autoshop. No offence to your chick but you're gonna wanna look at their titties. It's cool, I won't mind, they won't mind, knock yourself out."

Negan then pointed at a women, whom I didn't seem to know. "Can I talk to you for a minute, dear wife?" The women looked at him and got up. "Make yourselves comfortable kids." They walked off to the side.

A woman then approached us, although it was more me than us. "Hey, how come you kids are here?" The woman asked, with a hint of concern in her voice.

"It's a long story.." I respond briefly, as much as I would love to get into a deep conversation about how much I hate Negan and why I'm here..it's not a good place and time.

"Oh my gosh, don't tell me you're here because he wants you to be his 'wife'..!" The women then asked frantically and I shook my head quickly.

"God no! And..wife?" I then asked.

"He thinks it's better to have more than one, we're more like trophies to him." She replies. "By the way my name is Tanya!"

"I'm Lilia..this is Carl." I introduce ourselves and her eyes widen a bit.

"You're a Dixon, aren't you?" Tanya asks and I was stunned for a second, how does she know my last name?

"Sherry, the woman over there, has been doing a bit of digging. Your father is here isn't here? I'm so sorry.." She says but I shake her off.

"I'm not here for the pity, but thank you." I reply.

"Well, if you both need anything then I'll be over there.." Tanya says and she does her quick goodbyes before going over to some other women, who ends up in deep conversation very quickly with multiple glances towards us.

After his moment with Sherry, Negan returns to us. He forces a beer in Carl's hands with a grin.

"Do you like red or white?" Negan asks to me and I was confused. "Wine?" I give him a look and he raises his hands in face surrender before chuckling.

"Can't a man offer a girl a drink?" He chuckles again.

I was glad I wasn't wearing any of the ridiculous outfits that these women were wearing. And that they're his wives? I'd much prefer to look like myself than a prisoner in heels to do their master's bidding.

Negan went over to another woman and started to talk to her, then over to Sherry and ended up kissing for a long moment. In that time spent, Dwight and my dad arrived, holding a tray of food. My heart skipped when I saw my dad again, holding food like he was a servant. His grip tightened when he saw Carl and I standing in the same room as Negan and once again he didn't take his protective eyes off of us.

Negan strolled up to my dad smugly, picking up some food to put in his mouth. "Carl. Would you grab this tray for me?" Carl set down his beer which he didn't touch and went over to grab the tray from my dad, who seemed to whisper something to him.

"Look after her."

"Why you got them here?" My dad turned to Negan.

"Whoa!" Negan exclaimed. "What we talk about when you're not here is none of your business. Do not make me put this toothpick through your daughter's eye, I don't want her being twins with Mr. Grimes here and neither do you. You go with Dwight. He'll get you a mop. Dwighy boy, fire up that furnace. I'll be down in a few. Time for a little deja-vu. Come on kids."

We both followed silently, forcing myself to break contact with my dad and away into another room which seemed to be a bedroom. The door shut behind us.

"Are they all actually your-" Carl began but was cut off.

"Wives?" Negan finished. "Yeah. Always wanted to screw a whole bunch of different women. I mean, why settle for just one? Why follow the same old rules? Why not make life better?"

"I don't see a problem with settling for one." Carl replied looking at me but talking to Negan, his hand squeezing mind.

"Well speaking of, sit down love birds. Let's get started."

We walked over to the couches. "Started on what exactly?" I ask and sit down.

"I want to get to know you two a little more. Tell me the juicy details." Negan spoke and sat on the armchair opposite us.

"Why?" Carl asked.

"Work it out." Negan answered. "You're both smart kids. In fact, let me tell you just how smart you both are just incase you don't already know. See, I'd expect kids your age to be moping around, not doing a thing, except crying about missing the prom. But you two, have gone out in a mission. You found me, you killed some of my men, and you're smart enough to know that I'm not gonna let this slide." He stated and looked at me. "Not even for you, Lilia."

I tensed at his use of my full name. He then put his head in his hands with a smile. "Ah, I can't do it. It's like talking to a birthday present. You gotta take that crap off your face boy. I wanna see what grandma got me."

"No."

"Four men!" Negan yelled, his anger caused me to flinch slightly. "Four. Men. Three of them was because of little dixon's trick shots so you're lucky I'm not picking on her yet. Punishment. You really wanna piss me off. With your girlfriend sitting right next to you?" Carl sighed, and took off his hat.

"Take your hat off too kid, I wanna see that lovely face." He ordered and I huffed before taking my hat off too and placing it on my lap. Fiddling with the insides for comfort.

Carl reluctantly took off his bandages with Negan urging him on. "Almost there."

I knew Carl was self conscious about his eye, hence why he always wore the bandage. I have seen him without it a few times, but not always. Even around me he was sometimes hesitant to show his true self, but no matter whatevee the day is..I would always love him for who he is and not how he looks.

I was always there to help him change the bandages when he needed them doing, even if I was busy I'd always find him to help. I'd tell him how I get self conscious about the scars I have, such as the ones I have from nearly being shot a couple of times back at the attack on the prison. Nasty scratches from bullets that have marked my arms forever.

Carl kept his head down and hair covering his face.

"Get that hair outta your face." Negan ordered. "Let me see."

His hand moved to his hair and brushed it out the way. Though I have seen it many times before, I was always taken back when I was faced with it. I have always been good at hiding my emotions, but facing scars is a different feeling. Looking at scars is just another way at reflecting on past emotions, which causes me difficulty to control the expression of seeing it so closely again.

He could've died from that gunshot. I could've lost him then and there, thankfully he didn't. He doesn't deserve any ridicule from Negan, I should. I killed more of his men, not Carl. His lip was trembling, he doesn't deserve this, I do.

"Christ!" Negan exclaimed. "That is disgusting! No wonder you cover that up. Have you seen it? I mean, have you looked in the mirror? That is gross as hell. I can see your socket. I wanna touch it."

"That's enough, this is ridiculous!" I snapped defensively. "He doesn't deserve this, I do, I killed more of your men not him!"

"Oh come on, can I touch it?" Negan pleased whilst a hurt expression followed Carl's face.

"Oh damn." Negan sighed. "Holy hell, kid, look, I just...it's easy to forget that you're just a kid. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or anything. I was just screwing around."

I placed a hand in Carl's should as he gripped his hat. A knock on the door caused me to tense more.

"Come in." Negan called.

The door opened to reveal a larger man holding his bat. "Sorry to interrupt sir, but, uh, you left Lucille out by the truck."

"Seriously?" Negan asked sceptically. "I never do that. I guess a kid firing a machine gun and playing archery is a bit of a distraction." Negan looked at us both. "All jokes aside, you look rad as hell. I wouldn't cover that shit up. It may not be a hit with other ladies, but I swear to you, no one is gonna screw with you looking like that. Apart from your girlfriend of course with the screwing." He chuckled and quietened down after everyone watched blankly, my cheeks felt warm when he said the last bit.

He turned back to look at the man and clasped his hands together. "Fat Joseph. Did you carry her all the way up here for me?"

"Yes sir." He replied.

Negan gestured to him to hand over his bat, looking at it closely and looked back up at the man. "Were you gentle? Were you kind? Did you treat her like a lady?"

"Yes, sir.." He replied unsurely.

"Did you pet her little pussy like a lady?" Negan asked but tauntingly. He looked uncomfortable until Negan started to chucked. "I'm just screwing around man, a baseball bat doesn't have a pussy." He laughed along with Negan, before Negan's smile faltered. "Get the hell out."

"Now you see? That's what I'm talking about. Men breaking each others balls. This is the shit your dad is supposed to be teaching you. Or, even better, your girlfriend can since she has more balls that you do and I'm sure she'd love to get down in there."

"Fuck off." I muttered as my cheeks went red.

"What do you like to do for fun?" Negan asked. "You like music? I want you to sing me a song."

"What?" Carl and I asked incredulously. "That's unbelievable." I state.

"Yeah." Negan confirmed. "You both mowed down my men, so I want something in return for that. Sing me a song Carl."

"This is s-" I began.

"Don't interrupt! You wait your turn." Negan raised his voice.

"I...I can't think of any." Carl returned quietly.

"Bullshit." Negan called. "What did your mom used to sing to you? What did your dad used to play in the car?" Negan stood up and held Lucille in front of Carl's face.

"Start singing." He moved the bat in front of my face. "Or.. little dixon will have a massive headache."

"Okay.." Carl whispered. "Okay."

Carl started singing 'You are my sunshine' as Negan kept swinging his bat around like some toy. Carl started shaking as Negan was obviously trying to intimidate him with Lucille and to throw him off.

"That was pretty good. Lucille loves being sung to. It's about the only thing she loves more than bashing in brains. Weird, huh? Did your mother sing that to you? Where is she now?" Negan asked, Carl was silent with the mention of his mother.

Images of Lori flickered through my head and I closed my eyes, tightening my grip on my hat only made pictures of Glenn start to go through too.

Back in the old camp where she used to cut my hair, style it with braids. I helped with the washing up with her in the small lake and sometimes we ended up splashing each other. Carl and I couldn't stop giggling when she told us Carl was going to be a big brother.

"I shot her." Carl explained. "Before it could-"

"Damn." Negan said. "No wonder you're a little serial killer in the making. That was an example of breaking balls, by the way." Negan paused and winked at me, his attention swiftly moved to me.

"Now, your turn little dixon. Though it should've been the other way around, huh? Ladies first an' all right?" He stated and sat down.

"Age before beauty." I mumble and he chuckled. "I wanna find out what made you into this stone cold bitch I gotta deal with." He said smiling.

"Maybe I was just born like this." A sarcastic smile grew on me. Carl's head shot to me, picking up the fact I was purposely pushing Negan's buttons.

"I hate that I adore you so much otherwise you would be six feet under, like everyone else would be." Negan laughed, shaking his head.

Carl's hand touched mine in a quick motion, I turned my head and he shook his. He clearly didn't like me acting like this.

"Hey, I've stopped making fun of your boy so now that means I've gotta talk to you." Negan said but I just returned a cold expression. "Lord you're stubborn. Do you not know how a conversation works? It's crazy how much you are acting like your daddy."

"Maybe because I'm related to him." I mutter and roll my eyes.

"Come on little dixon. I killed two of your people right in front of you, forced you and Rick into a herd of walkers, almost chopped your boy toy's arm off and took your dad away from you. Something else must have happened to you that forced you to turn out like this." He explained before leaning forward. "What happened to you?"

A lot of things have happened to me, even before this whole outbreak. I'm petrified of Negan, I've just learnt to deal with it and hide it already. That's what I had to do previously.

"So tell me, why are you ruthless, badass, got the attitude of a cold bitch, and acting all silent but deadly?" He pressed but I still didn't answer him.

Mostly because I didn't know where to start.

Where do I begin?

The abuse?

abuse.

The trauma.

trauma.

The death.

death.

There was too much.

I have to say something.

Negan's expression dropped, my mind came out of my deep thought, I figured my thinking time was over as Negan lifted Lucille up towards Carl's head like he was gonna hit him.

I have to say something.

Even if the pain that is still there with it stings.

"I was abused my whole childhood!" I yelled, Negan stopped in his tracks. Carl's head shot towards me. My eyes fell down to my sweaty hands.

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so..

thoughts?