Dwight

Imagine being close to Dwight and he confesses to you that Sherri snuck out of the Sanctuary and left him a note.

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It was a seemingly normal day at the Sanctuary for you. Being one of Negan's top guys, you did your rounds per usual. You checked the halls every five minutes for any stragglers and after a slow day decided to clock out at five. 

You figured Dwight would be free by now too.

You and Dwight were close friends at the Sanctuary. When the two of you were together, it was like fire and water. You kept each other in check and made living under Negan's rule bearable. Although that didn't stop either of you from wishing him dead.

You knocked on the door to Dwight's room, waiting for a minute and getting no response you decided to try the doorknob.

It was locked.

"Dwight, you in there?"

You swore it sounded like there was someone behind the door but it was too hard to tell for sure.

"D, open up."

You fuss with the doorknob for another minute or so. Now you were sure you'd heard someone inside.

"Dwight, if you don't open this goddamn door, I will break it." 

The door finally opens.

Stood in the doorway was Dwight. His cheeks were flushed pale and his eyes red. You could already tell he was off just by looking at him.

"y/n why are you here?"

"Cause I finished my shift and figured we'd hang out like we usually do."

Dwight doesn't say anything as he goes and sits on his bed. You follow him, closing the door behind you.

"D, what's wrong?" You ask, sitting next to him.

"Sherri left." Is all he says.

"What?"

"She left."

"When? Why?" You question.

You and Sherri were never close but you knew that she meant the world to Dwight.

"Last night, she snuck out." Dwight gets up and grabs a bottle of water. "I went after her this morning, that's why I wasn't on my shift."

You nod slowly, unsure of what to say.

"I found a note."

You furrow your eyebrows. "What?"

"She left me a note."

"What did it say?

Dwight just shrugged. "That she was sorry for leaving and that she loved me."

You get up and stand next to him. "D, I'm so sorry." You rub his arm softly. "Even after what Negan did, I know she still meant everything to you."

"I want him dead, y/n." Anger was igniting in his voice.

"Careful, you are treading in very deep water here." You tell him nervously.

"I want Negan dead after the living hell he's put me through!" Dwight's voice was getting uncomfortably loud.

"Dwight be quiet! You can't afford to have anyone hear you. You already lost the left side of your face, you don't want to lose the right too!" You hiss back at him, pointing a finger at the scars on the left of his face.

He sighs heavily. "I want him dead."

You nod. "And he will get what's coming to him. All in due time. Until then, we need to lay low and keep ourselves alive."

Dwight nods back, his nostrils still flaring angrily.

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