"Doll, we've gotta talk."

"Open up, [Y/N]."

Sherry and the rest of the wives look to one another with panicked looked on their faces. They didn't know what to do. The amount of blood on your hands and the floor would never be cleaned up in time.

You were visibly shaking. A part of you was thankful that Negan and Simon were just right outside, but that did not guarantee that Sherry would do nothing. The look in her eyes terrified you. She was gripping her weapon very tightly and you slowly took a step back.

"You say a fucking word and we will kill you," Sherry threatened. She glanced at your bathroom and brought the rest of the wives inside, slowly closing the door behind them.

Once you were alone, you looked down at Frankie's lifeless body. The blood began to pool around her; you couldn't move, despite how many times Negan and Simon knocked.

"We can hear shuffling inside, doll. Open the door or I will open it myself," Negan threatened.

You looked down at yourself. Blood stained your clothes, your hands continued to shake, and slowly, you allowed the machete to drop on the floor with a loud clink. You were broken out of your trance when you heard the door open.

Slowly, you looked up at Negan and Simon who had walked in. When the lights turned on and the door closed, Negan and Simon were welcomed with a tragic sight.

"What the fuck, doll?!" Negan yelled.

"[Y/N]?" Simon called out.

You shook your head. Tears were beginning to pool at your eyes and you forcibly took another step back away from them. You were sure that Negan was going to be even more upset with you and the fact that you just murdered one of his wives.

"I—I'm sorry," you muttered. Your eyes briefly drifted to the bathroom, remembering Sherry's words. You weren't afraid of her threats, but you were afraid of putting Negan in a difficult position. He already had enough to deal with as the leader of the Sanctuary.

"You just killed my fucking wife… Why the fuck did you do that? Why the fuck is she here in the first place?" Negan questioned, stepping closer to you.

"I—I don't..." You stammered.

"What is going on, [Y/N]?" Simon sighed.

"I can't…" You answered with a shaky voice.

"Bull-fucking-shit. Was she the one who put you in that goddamn cell?" Negan asked. "And don't fucking lie to me either, doll."

You had to decide. There was no way you could help Dwight with the wives' wanting you dead. So instead, you decided to speak the words Sherry wanted to hear but gave Negan and Simon subtle gestures.

"N—No, she wasn't," yet you nodded.

Negan's eyes darkened. "All right, doll. You've gotta tell us the truth. Who did it then? Why'd you kill my wife if she didn't do it?" Negan had an idea on who had hurt you, so his darkened eyes were a reflection of his anger towards his wives.

Your eyes shifted to the bathroom and you silently mouthed, "Inside."

Simon quietly grabbed his gun from his holster. Negan tightened his grip around Lucille.

"I don't know. I thought she was someone else. It was dark," you answered shakily. "I am so sorry, Negan…"

Both men nodded and quietly walked towards the bathroom. Negan reached for the door and slowly turned the knob. Simon had his gun held up and ready to shoot. So, when the door swung open, the sight of Sherry and the rest of the wives would be something you would never forget. They were all terrified, and they knew what was going to happen.

All their weapons dropped on the ground and they immediately kneeled. Each and every one of Negan's wives began to sob and beg for forgiveness, but Negan was not going to allow it. His wives were simply just a show, just a façade to the rest of the Sanctuary, but that didn't mean he was going to allow them to break the rules.

"Stand the fuck up and get out here right now," he growled.

The wives whimpered and scrambled out of the bathroom. Sherry was shaking. The once fearless, threatening woman was simply just another person who was afraid to die.

"Negan—" Sherry began.

"Shut the fuck up. We're going to have a long fucking chat, my dear wives," Negan interrupted. "It's going to be a long fucking night. Simon, please bring them down to the cells."

"What?!" Amber yelped. "No! You can't do that! We're your wives!"

Negan tightened his jaw and walked up to her. He gripped her chin tightly and stared into her eyes. "You really want to play that fucking game, Amber? Should I pay Mark a visit?"

"N—No…"

"That's what I fucking thought. As of right now, each and every one of you are prisoners of the Sanctuary. You are no longer my wives. So, if I tell you that you are going to stay in a cell, you are going to fucking stay in a cell."

Simon radioed a few other Saviors who were quick to arrive. They each grabbed a woman and led them out of your room.

Once they left, you looked down at Frankie and shook your head. You began to remove your clothes before you felt Negan step forward to rest his hands on your hips. You flinched and looked up at him with terrified eyes.

"It's just me, doll… You're safe, okay? We've got you." He reassured you, kissing your forehead. "We're here…"

"I'm so sorry…" You repeated.

Simon shook his head and stepped closer to you, resting a hand on your lower back. "For what? Defending yourself? Don't. You did what you had to do."

"I didn't want to do it."

"It's a dog-eat-dog world we live in now, doll. We all do things we don't want to do, but have to… In order to survive."

"I never wanted any trouble," you whispered.

"They were threatened, and they thought it was best to eliminate the threat," Simon reasoned. "You did nothing wrong."

Negan sighed and looked around your room. With a quick shake of his head, he motioned to the door. "Come on. You're staying with me from now on."

You glanced at Simon and he smiled. "It's fine with me. We can take turns."

"Thank you," you whispered.

Once you had showered and cleaned up, you had fallen asleep in Negan's bed. Both Negan and Simon were sitting at his desk, sipping on a glass of scotch. It had been a few hours since the wives were put in a cell and Negan didn't know what to do with them.

"You think she'll be okay?" Simon asked.

Negan nodded, "I have no doubt about it."

"What are you going to do?"

"I want them to fucking pay," Negan answered. "Killing them would be too easy but seeing them will just make me want to fucking kill them anyway. What should I do?"

"Kill them," Simon replied instantly. "Kill them. Not for you, but for [Y/N]."