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“Maybe when I get back, Rick will be with me”
Negan said while gripping onto Rick's collar as he began dragging the poor man through the jagged dirt.
Rick tried his best to take control of his involuntary movement by kicking and resisting which only dug his grave even deeper as his actions only pissed Negan off more. Causing him to angrily yell
“And if not, Well then we’ll just turn these people inside out then”
Negan paused to jerk Rick back onto his knees after the man had managed to slip onto his back.
“I mean.. that ones that are left” Negan finished as he threw the man carelessly into the trailer without the slightest amount of struggle.
Rick could hear strangled whimpers coming from his group right outside shortly before being cornered by the man that just killed two of his friends.
The impact of Negan's throw caused Rick to land on his back and before he could fix himself to a more upright position Negan had already struck him, kicking him in the side of his chest with his large leather boot. The kick to his side caused him to drop back again and grunt in pain. Holding onto his side to ease to pain.
While that took place with Rick, Negan had already made his way to the table booth located to his left placing his Lucille down on the red booth and slamming the ax he once held, sharply straight down in the middle of the table impaling it right through the light colored wood.
Rick tried to regain his composure as he began to reposition himself to his knees, still keeping a grip on his bruising rib cage. Negan shortly after impaling the ax made his way to the driver's seat, sitting down and clasping his hands together as he spoke
“You know Rick” Negan started but Rick was already zoned out of Negan's monologue taking a full view of his surroundings.
It looked to be some run down trailer, probably stolen. It reeked of tobacco and alcohol.
Rick had noticed in the corner of his eye an old tin can with some type of old food brand labeled on it. placed on the table spontaneously at the exact spot next to the ax that negan had previously impaled into the table.
With Negan continuing his ranting, his back turned to his hostage Rick made the split decision to grab the cup to use for defense.
Within the blink of an eye, Rick grabbed the tin cup further looking down at its contents. It looked to be some type of brown thick looking substance inside.
Negan stood up from his seat and remained completely still with his back still turned to Rick.
“But because you wanna play my dick is bigger than yours, I guess I’m gonna have to show you who’s in charge no-“
Negan was cut off as he turned around to face Rick only to be flash banged by a brown liquid splattering into his face.
“What the actual fuck!!” Negan yelled, losing his balance and stepping back as he used his leather gloves that Rick had suspected since the day they met were filled with vaseline to wipe his eyelids of the brown tobacco spit.
Rick weakly attempted to escape as his opponent was now off guard. Crawling towards the door with a sharp pain lingering in his rib cage from when Negan had kicked him.
Rick pulled on the handle but when that failed he resorted to banging on the door with the palm of his hand but it was already too late as Negan was not only furious but now really motivated to break skin.
Grabbing onto Rick's collar while his other hand reaches for Lucille, Rick realizes that he’s fucked.
“OH HO, YOU'VE DONE IT THIS TIME RICK” Negan screamed as he pulled Rick to his face staring intently at his ocean-blue eyes.
“I’m going to kill you”
…
“and then kill every last one of your people waiting outside”
Negan said through gritted teeth still gripping tightly onto Rick's collar.
While this would have been a chilling confrontation, Rick just couldn’t take his situation seriously as the man speaking to him had an entire face caked in gunky brown tobacco spit.
“I’ll make you eat those words!!” Rick replied with a small ounce of laughter in it while attempting to leave Negan's grasp.
Negan didn’t respond to that gesture too kindly as he removed the grip on Rick's collar and switched it onto Rick's neck.
He looked Rick dead in the eyes while applying more pressure to the choke hold.
Rick could feel his throat get tighter as he was unable to breathe. He grabbed at Negans neck and face which only lathered the splattered spit in the process. getting it on his own hands, Rick began to lose hope and made one last attempt to save his ass.
Rick even in his broken and exhausted state used every bit of hate and resentment in his body to knee Negan in the balls as hard as he fucking could. Negan let out a strangled grunt as he lost his grip on Rick's neck falling to his knees in pain. Negan grunted and cursed as he placed his hands around his groin. Rick, now released from Negans tightening grip, fell backward creating a loud thump as he fell on his ass.
Negan was furious at Rick's resistance and truly, at that moment knew he was going to kill Rick. Though he'd never admit it he had to respect that Rick had the balls to stand up to him let alone try to fight him. But none of that mattered anymore as he was now going to strangle Rick to death and rip the jacket off his corpse to hang on his wall.
When Negan had first made contact with the floor, Lucille had fallen out of his hands from when he had reached down to support his groin injury.
As soon as Lucille had left Negans grasp she began rolling towards Rick's direction. Rick noticed this immediately and quickly reached for her gripping the handle with both hands.
Rick regained his composure and managed to stand, now hovering over the pained man.
Negan lifted his head locking his eyes with Rick with his hands still cupping his groin. Rick was taken aback. he never thought such fury and hate could be portrayed in a person's eyes until now.
In the few seconds of eye contact, Negan's head filled with thoughts about how he was about to disassemble Rick for being the most disobedient little rat that he’s ever come across.
But no, not only was Negan going to kill Rick, he was going to do it in front of his group to gain some sadistic satisfaction from it. And then of course steal the jacket right off his corpse to keep
as a souvenir. in case his little resistance group tried anything the jacket would be a reminder of what happened to their once willful leader.
Before Rick could make his next move, Negan in his furious state grabbed both of Rick's ankles and forcefully pulled him down to the floor.
It happened so fast and Rick hadn’t had the chance to break his fall as he was only able to slip from losing the balance below him, falling roughly on his back.
Lucille had slipped from Rick's hands in the process and began rolling towards the very back of the trailer. While Rick was defenseless Negan climbed on top of him pinning him to the ground and was now kneeling on top of the vulnerable man with his fists ready to strike him.
Negan proceeded to hit Rick in the face repeatedly. Rick attempted to block the hits with his forearms but when that failed he scrunched his face in hopes of softening the blows. Negan threw one particular blow that caused Rick to regurgitate blood. Rick began to feel lightheaded and numb in his facial area as he suddenly felt this warmth tingling in his face. After a few seconds of this, rick could no longer hear anything but ringing in his ears while his vision blurred and soon faded to darkness.
Once Rick's eyes shut Negan felt satisfied and paused the attack. Negan stood up from his kneeling position and took a moment to look at the sight in front of him. His knuckles were soaked in blood and so was Rick’s face. Nothing but a blood pool and some skin that was soon to bruise later.
Negan grabbed at the now limp Rick by the collar and dragged his unconscious body towards the trailer door. Leaving a bit of a blood trail with him, but right before opening the door grabbed Lucille placing her on top of his shoulder.
Negan kicked the door open and threw Rick onto the floor. Negan jumped out of the trailer and grabbed Rick's collar once more, dragging him through the jagged dirt and throwing him in the middle of the circle where his group was given a clear view of their senseless leader.
Rick was laid flat on his back with his arms and legs spread slightly apart with his bloody bruising face turned to the side facing Daryl and Michonne. A few gasps and awes were heard as Negan in his current state was still dedicated to finish what he had started.
Negan standing over Rick's body held Lucille with both his hands. Lifting Lucille behind his head ready to motion a swing but the mother fucker wasn’t just swinging anywhere, he was aiming his swing directly at ricks head.
Urgency raced through everyone’s eyes once they could fully comprehend the duality of the situation they were in. Not only are they about to become sheepish providers for the saviors but were also about to watch the death of their leader helplessly at the hands of Negan.
As Negan began motioning Lucille downwards towards an unconscious Rick a booming voice could be heard shouting from across the circle.
“NO”