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ficsforfundota · 2 years

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Easter for Little Lucille - Alpha!Negan/Omega!Daryl

Daryl walked around the house placing small treats for his pup around the house. He grinned as he placed an egg under the large leaf of their plant she always played with, he smiled as he placed another beside the leg of Negan’s favorite chair.

Negan stepped into the room watching his mate place eggs about the house.

“What are you doing?”

“Setting up an easter egg hunt for Lucille.” Daryl remarked happily placing another one on the bookshelf where her books were situated.

“She is one. She learned to walk two months ago.” Negan chuckled as he pulled a stuffed bunny holding a carrot on her highchair.

“So she can still have fun.” Daryl smirked as he gave Negan a small kiss. “It’s her first easter she can actually do something, last year she was a month old.”

“You’re cute honey,” Negan smiled as he kissed Daryl’s forehead. “Really though our pup isn’t going to know what to do.”

“I’ll show her, once she sees there are things for her she will enjoy it.” Daryl smiled, pulling out a small felt basket. “Once she wakes up of course.” He looked over to the monitor seeing her sleeping frame in the camera.

Negan smiled looking it over as well, their little girl was curled up with her blanket. Negan chuckled as she turned over in her sleep, sucking her thumb happily. “She’s like you.” He smiled, caressing Daryl’s cheek. He looked up at him with a chuckle, Daryl had a bad habit of biting his thumb. They waited together enjoying some carrot cake that Negan picked up at the local grocery store.

Daryl smiled seeing her move and she got up and waited for someone to come get her. Daryl made his way to get to her, he picked up his tiny alpha pup and made his way to the living room once she was changed. “Look Lucille the easter bunny came.” He smiled sitting beside her on the floor as he helped the basket into her tiny hands. She looked over the few eggs she could see but saw her father and dropped the basket be-lining towards him. Daryl glared at Negan for a moment that their daughter was so distracted by her dad she didn’t even care about the eggs but he also knew she was one and was distracted by everything.

Neagn smiled and picked her up, giving her a small kiss before returning her to Daryl’s side and sat beside her. “Momma wants to show you something princess.”

She sat in Daryl’s lap happily. “I love you.” He whispered, kissing the top of her head before helping her to the first egg. She took it in her hand and shook it before Daryl helped open it and a few of her favorite candies popped out. She squealed happily.

“Momma dadda!” She chirped, holding up the candies.

Daryl smiled. “Look puppy there is more.” She toddled towards another, and handed it to Negan who opened it up. He smirked as she chirped again and found another. “Told you.” Daryl said as she began to do it by herself once she got the idea they had treats.

Negan rolled his eyes before kissing his cheek. “Yeah yeah sweetheart.”

Daryl smiled as she found the bunny as her last treat. “Bunny!” She squeaked as she held it tightly, dropping her basket because nothing but the stuffed rabbit mattered to her.

Daryl and Negan smiled watching her hold it tightly. She toddled back to them and sat in their lap as Daryl handed her a candy and pulled her into his lap. “Happy Easter little lady.” Negan grinned kissing his tiny alpha.

She giggled and held her bunny while Daryl turned on a cartoon for her that had some bunnies in it. He picked up the rest of the eggs. He wanted to give his little girl everything.

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izthecannibal · 8 years

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Take Over For Me (Part 4) - G-Eazy x TWD Imagine

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

requests: Okay so Ive had this in the back of my head for the longest time and I just wanted to share it with you BC I love you: so imagine if Negan had a son (like Geazy the rapper BC THEY TOTALLY LOOK A LIKE) and like you and him fell in love but can’t be together BC you both are on opposite sides.. I’m so conflicted and convinced that Geazy is Megan’s son or Neagn is old geazy LOLOLOL

Please don't take so long to update this one! I'm really loving their future relationship hahah And I'm so freakin excited for next chapter that I can't even elaborate a nice coment. Just update it as fast as you can

Okay so we need a part 3 of take over for me. Really need negans reaction to the situation

pairing: gerald x reader

a/n: i’m still sick so i stayed home from school today... hopefully i can update some more today, but we’ll see how i feel and how quickly i can finish my homework :-)

word count: 1,011

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers @girlygreenie @marvelnerd18

Gerald came to visit you almost every day. Some days, you would meet him on the inside of Alexandria, and he would talk to you through the wall. Other days, you would go on what Rick thought were solo runs, and you’d come back with supplies that Gerald would bring you.

You always tried to look your best for him, even though your supplies were limited. For example, you didn’t have makeup or the nicest clothes, but you tried to make your hair look nicer than usual when you went out to see him. It excited you, making you feel like a rebellious teenager.

He and you didn’t have an official meeting spot. You would just walk until you could see his car. Sometimes you walked longer than other days to see him, but he always made sure you had a ride home. When you first started seeing him, you would refuse rides until he convinced you. You grew to just jump in the car after about three meetings, though.

Your relationship wasn’t defined. You weren’t dating, and you didn’t give each other pet names like couples would. You were just there for each other, no matter how hard it was.

You felt the people of Alexandria growing suspicious of you leaving on your own so often, but you were able to fool them with the plethoras of supplies you would bring back almost daily.

Although you were able to hide your true intentions from your group, you wondered if anyone had suspected anything of Gerald at the Sanctuary. Surely somebody would notice the food that went missing, unless their supply was so generous that they had plenty to spare.

“How long do you think we can keep doing this?” you asked him. You were in the passenger’s seat of Gerald’s car--the same one he drove you home in the day you met him.

“Keep doing what?”

“You know... Sneaking out. Don’t you think your dad will find out about me eventually?” You tried to avoid eye contact, for you were afraid of showing any signs of weakness around him.

“No, no. I’m careful.” He smirked at you and propped up his elbow on the rolled-down window. “Nobody has any idea. We’re fine.”

You weren’t fine. You believed him, though. He was as careful as he could be, but it wasn’t enough. Negan began to grow suspicious, and he started sending out people one by one to follow Gerald’s car.

That was how you ended up in the same place you were in when you first saw Gerald. Only that time, it was different. Gerald wasn’t there to save you. He couldn’t just conveniently pass by your cell and ask his father to leave you. That trick only worked once on Negan.

“Boy, oh, boy. Isn’t Rick just gonna be thrilled when he finds out that you’ve been playin’ around with my son!” Negan raved. “Yeah, I think he’s gonna love the sound of that. Maybe we can work out a deal, eh? Maybe we can be like Montegues and Capulets.”

“Are you implying that your son and I are going to die?” you sighed.

“Oh, no.” You glared at him from your spot on the chair which you were tied down to. “I think it’d be preferable for everyone if nobody died. I just have to make sure you stay the hell away from my boy.”

Your heel bounced up and down against the concrete floor as your nerves began to build up inside of you. “We’re not hurting anyone. Why can’t you just let your son be happy?” you pleaded.

Negan chuckled at the ground and shook his head. “Sweetheart, I don’t know where you’ve been the past few years, but nobody’s happy.”

You glared at him and shook your head. “No, you’re wrong. People are happy because they’ve found people who they can really relate to. We’ve all gone through the same things. We know what it’s like.”

“Darlin’, give it a rest!” Negan reached forward and placed his hands on your shoulders. “We both know that I will get what I want, and what I want is for you to stay the hell away from my son. Is that clear?”

Your chest huffed as your breathing quickened even more.

“Is that clear?” Any and all signs of Negan fooling around were gone, and you were unable to form a real sentence. You nodded your head at him, tears welling in your eyes. You weren’t stupid. You knew Negan wasn’t just going to take your word for it. There were going to be guards, and he would really make sure you stayed away.

You and Gerald were over, and there was nothing you could do about it.

Negan thought it would be humorous to deliver you back to Alexandria himself. “I can’t wait to see the look on Rick’s face when I tell him you’ve been screwing my son.”

“We never did anything like that,” you snapped.

Negan smiled and glanced out the window of his truck. “I knew that kid was too big of a pussy to make a move. You know, as tough as he is, he’s a real softie.”

You looked away, not wanting to talk or think about Gerald.

Rick was going to know where you had been getting all the supplies, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to be happy. You would have to start going on real runs again, which you didn’t mind. It would be humiliating, though. Having to admit that you hadn’t found anything on your own was going to be so degrading, and Negan knew it.

The gate was already open when Negan pulled in to Alexandria. When Rick saw you in the passenger seat of his truck, his face went pale. Tara, Carl, and Sasha all ran to Rick’s side when they noticed you side-by-side with Negan.

“Hey, Rick! Look who I found!” Negan teased. You sighed and looked anywhere but the eyes of your friends. “Man, you’re never gonna believe what I found out about her.”

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Series: Apocalyptic

Title: Warrior Princess

“I really wish you wouldn’t go,” My father, King Ezekiel stated, helping put a bag in the back of my vehicle.

I sighed, cracking my neck, “Dad, I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself,”

“I know… just watch yourself.”

I nodded, “I will,”

Seeing the both of us stand next to one another, you’d think we were brother and sister or even cousins, but that wasn’t the case.

I was the product of a teen pregnancy. Mom was 14 and Dad was 15.

I’m 32 years old now, at least from what I could tell by the calendars that we had laying around.

Dad patted my back and walked with Carol to the infirmary. °°°°°° Arriving at Alexandria, I was on the mission to check up on their weapons. The last that was heard, the Saviors took all their ammo and artillery, leaving them with just a few knives.

I had my own stash of guns that I was willing to give them. Rick was very apprehensive when I told him, but I was going to deal with Negan and the Saviors if need be.

“When are they suppose to be here?” I asked Rick.

“Today,”

I nodded, “Listen, I will take care of this, don’t worry.”

Harsh knocking on the gate made the folks outside jump.

“Speak of the devil,” Rick muttered, as we went to the gate.

He opened it, a small army all standing behind Negan.

Negan’s grin stretched wide when he saw me.

“Well hello there!” He said, bending back slightly.

“Negan,” I folded my arms across my chest.

He walked through the gate, stepping as close to me as possible, but I wouldn’t dare flinch.

“Where ya been? I missed ya,” He said, biting his lip.

I rolled my eyes, “Come off of it Negan,”

“Oh baby, I would. Just name a time or place,”

“That’s enough!” Rick growled.

While still looking at me, Negan’s brows furrowed as he addressed the irritated sheriff, “Now was I talkin’ to you Rick the Prick?”

Rick chewed on his cheek.

Using his finger, Negan bounced his hand in Rick’s direction, “No, no I was not.”

“Let it be, Negan.” I warned him.

Again, he got in my space, practically rubbing his body on mine, “Or what Sweetheart? What are you gonna do?”

My eye twitched and my nostrils flared. I spund around, calling to him over my shoulder, “A word in private, Negan!”

“Oh, I do hope the Principal gives me a spanking!” Negan said, gleefully.

I walked into Alexandria’s armory, slamming the door shut and locking it as soon as Negan was inside.

He pushed me against the closed door, his hands going up my shirt, palming my breasts as he attacked my neck with nips.

“Fucking turn on, baby,” he growled.

“You… can’t… be… doing that shit!” I panted, holding on to his waist.

I felt his tounge draw lazy small circles on my pulse, making me ache for him, even though I knew it wasn’t right.

Just as I was about to moan loudly, a sharp knock sounded on the metal door.

“Goddamnit!” Negan cursed, backing away from me.

He manhandled his hard length, readjusting himself as I fixed my shirt.

“Y/N!” Rick called, knocking again.

Negan’s chest heaved as he pointed to the door, “I’m gonna kill that mother fucker!”

“No you’re not, Christ almighty!” I hissed, trying to fix my bra.

The rest of the time, Negan pouted in between running his tounge over his bottom lip and giving me dark sultry looks.

As soon as Rick went on his way, Negan was all over me again.

He was rough and damn near primeval, “I want you so goddamn bad, baby.”

I groped him, giving him a good squeeze, “Not here.”

I leaned over and whispered into his ear, “Meet me out in the abandoned house outside the gate.”

“Fuck,” he cursed on a breath, “I’ll fuckin’ be there, baby.”

I gently pushed him away, going about my business as if nothing had happened, “Oh I know you will,”

Turning to face him, I quickly lifted my shirt, flashing him my breasts. I laughed as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. °°°°°° Later on that night, long after the Saviors left, I snuck out to the worn down house.

The wooden floor creaked, my weight nearly too much.

“Took you long enough,” Negan said, scaring the hell out of me.

“Christ!”

His dark chuckle told me I was in store for some rough lovin’.

He came over to me, pausing when loud gurgling could be heard from outside through the broken windows.

Two walkers spotted our shadows, fumbling over their rotting limbs to get to us.

“Shit!” I yelped, pulling a hunting knife from my belt.

Negan grabbed my shirt, yanking me back, “If one more mother fucker interupts us; dead or alive!”

More walkers surrounded the house, knocking on the dilapidated wood and broken windows.

“You’re lucky as shit that I brought this!” He said, shoving my beloved sword at me.

“What the!? How the fuck did you sneak off with this!?” I demanded, pissed.

“Don’t give me that look Buttercup! I was gonna fuckin’ surprise you!” Negan had to raise his voice over the loud noise.

“What!?” I yelled, the house creaking badly.

“I had it sharpened for you! Merry fuckin’ Christmas, Happy Goddamn Birthday and a Happy fuckin’ New Year!”

My face went slack at his admission. Awwww! Negan was being such a softie!

Dirt fell from the ceiling as the wood began to crack.

“Open the door on my say so!” I twirled my sword, mindful of the freshly sharpen blade.

Before I could count, I grabbed a fistful of Negan’s white tshirt and yanked him down to me. Our kiss was hard and harsh, basically us telling each other to be careful.

“Don’t fuckin’ die on me.” He said, before going back to the door.

Though our communities were vastly different and the circumstances not at the very best that they could be, we still cared for each other.

“Same; don’t be a dick and leave me alone,”

He nodded and waited, Lucille at the ready.

“Now!”

He yanked open the door, letting in tens of walkers.

I swung my sword left and right, lopping their heads either completely off or in half. The fell in a heap, giving us enough space to run.

It was difficult trying to make our way through the decaying bodies. I hated to say it, but we had to split up.

“Go to gates and tell them to let you in!” I shouted.

“Fuck that fuckin’ shit! I’m not leaving you out here alone!”

I shoved my sword through the eye socket of a walker that had snuck up on Negan.

I pushed him away from me, “Do it, NOW!”

“Shit,Y/N!” I heard Negan yell as I took off running.

I jumped, yelled, screamed and even threw shit at the undead, egging them on to follow me.

I found a cliff not too far from Alexandria, where some had fallen over. Others had advanced towards me and I had no where else to go.

By the time I had finished with them, I was covered in head to toe with blood. My already curly hair hung in wet, blood stenched ringlets.

My eyes even began to burn because of the smell.

The lookout above the gate of Alexandria shouted for the others.

I shuffled my feet, my body aching from the exhaustion.

The gate opened enough for me to squeeze my body through.

“And just what the hell were you doing out there!? Where the hell is Ezekiel’s daughter!?” Rick barked out.

“You might want to watch your fuckin’ tone Rick the Prick.”

Rick looked over Negan’s shoulder at me, promptly making Negan spin around.

I stood, my body swaying. Slowly, as the last little bit of adrenaline left me, my body began to shake.

Negan ran to me just as I passed out. °°°°°° “What’s the name of that one show?”

“Shit kid, which one? There’s a fuck ton of shows.”

“The one with the woman. She had a battle cry and sword.”

“Xena: Warrior Princess,” I croaked out.

“Holy shit!” Negan jumped out of his seat, “You scared the hell outta me woman!”

“What happened?” I asked, wincing.

“You were covered in guts and gore.” The kid said.

“Beat it,” Negan told him with a lift of his chin.

The kid scurried out of the room, his sneakers squeeking on the floor.

“How the fuck are you, baby?”

“Sore. My body feels like dead weight.”

“Dehydrated and exhaustion. Scared the flyin’ fuck outta me.”

“Sorry,” I whispered.

Neagn leaned down, his signature grin showing his edible dimples, “Have to say, you did look hot as fuck.”

“Shut up,” I snorted.

“Serious as shit, baby. Had me rock hard! When you get healed up, I’m gonna fuck the ever lovin’ hell outta you.” Negan vowed.

He chuckled, “Make you scream like that warrior chick.”

“Xena,” I laughed.

“Yeah, Xena,” Negan chuckled, dipping his head down to kiss me.

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izthecannibal · 8 years

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Take Over for Me (Part 2) - G-Eazy x TWD Imagine

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Part 4

You need to do a part two of take over for me!!

pairing: g-eazy x reader

a/n: i wasn’t expecting anyone to like the first part of this let alone request a part 2 so that was kinda shocking but ya know i had fun writing this and i hope you like it :-)

word count: 1,391

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers

You had never cried as hard as you did when your suspicions were confirmed: Glenn was dead. Maggie was gone, and so was Daryl. Rosita and Sasha were messes--each in different ways. They all had a way of taking out their frustration; some more pleasant than others.

Maggie and Sasha never came back to Alexandria. You hadn’t seen them since the line up, and you weren’t prepared to face them. You feared a mere glimpse of you from their perspective would make their blood boil in memory of what happened the night you were taken from them.

Rosita was there when you couldn’t sleep alone. She told you she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since Abraham left her, and that she’d much rather have someone there to keep her company. You never admitted it, but Rosita felt more and more like a mother to you as each day passed.

You had no idea Daryl was at the Sanctuary the same time you were. If you had known, you wouldn’t have left until he was by your side. According to Gerald, Negan was going easy on you. If that was him being lenient, the thought of him being angry made your stomach ache.

Gerald told you he would visit sometime. A week had gone by, and you still hadn’t heard of him. He was probably joking when he told you he was going to stop by again, but there was something inside of you desperately hoping he was being serious.

You didn’t go on walks anymore. You and Glenn used to do that while Maggie napped. He would ramble on and on about how excited he was to be a father, but you also knew that he was terrified. There was no way you could really prepare for having a kid, and the situation you were all in didn’t ease his nerves a single bit.

Instead of strolling around Alexandria, Aaron took you on supply runs. You were never as helpful as you were after coming home from the Sanctuary. The death of two of your dearest friends and the capture of another was enough to light a fire beneath you, though.

You always knew every move you made was a risk. Before Alexandria, you were more prone to taking risks that endangered you more than most of the adults in your group were comfortable with. You were young, though, and someone was always linked at your hip to defend you if necessary.

As you grew older and became more experienced, you became harder and harder to scare. The things that once scared the life out of you were no longer seen as threats in your eyes.

As you became acclimated to Alexandria, your invincibility began to wear off. The things that you were once willing to risk your life for no longer seemed worth it. Before, you had nothing to lose. In Alexandria, you had it all made for you.

Being helpless in the face of danger woke you up. You were no longer willing to stand back and let others do your work for you. You had nothing to lose, and you were going to fight to defend your family, no matter what was at risk.

It was late out, and Aaron was able to get the two of you inside a little shopping center. You were pleasantly surprised at how lifeless the place seemed. There were no walkers within sight of either of you. You both came to the conclusion that it was probably cleared out by a group early on, and nobody ever came back for anything.

“The place seems empty to me,” Aaron stated, sweeping his eyes over the center one last time. You nodded, taking in the high ceilings and scratched floors. “I’m gonna go this way. Check out that area over there. Okay?” You nodded again, pulling out your knife, just to be cautious. “Yell if you need anything, and I’ll come running.”

“Same goes for you, big guy,” you joked. Aaron smiled at you and shook his head at the ground, the ran off in the other direction. You tried to read the letters hanging over the different stores and restaurants, but they were all coated in such a thick layer of dust.

A sign across the way from you was so close to falling off the wall that you were hesitant to go near it. Ralph’s was written in cursive with what seemed to be red neon lights. The color was barely there, but you took notice of the plastic around the faded light and tried to imagine what it looked like before.

Something about the way the sign hung so dangerously drew you in towards it, almost as if it was luring you into a trap. You grew up believing that if something was too good to be true, it was probably a lie. Nobody ever warned you about the things that look so terrible, but they draw you in anyways.

You entered Ralph’s and were immediately overcome with the smell of booze. The floor was sticky beneath your feet, and your sneakers created a smacking sound each time they rose and fell from the ground. Aside from that, the place was in pretty good shape.

From what you could tell, it was previously a bar. The back wall was decorated with shelves of beautifully crafted bottles of all kinds of alcohol. You were tempted to take one off the shelf, just to feel the glossiness of the glass. As you neared the bar, you heard voices coming nearer.

In a state of panic, you ducked behind the bar, squatting so you were on your feet and ready to fight anyone who came at you, but low enough so you wouldn’t draw any attention into the bar. You were able to make out two voices; one which you recognized instantly.

“Have you ever seen a shrine like this?”

“Yeah. Your dad’s.”

“No, man. These are so nice. Look at those bottles! They’re all engraved and shit.”

“Don’t let the companies draw you in with fancy bottles. Most of that external stuff is all a shit show just so they can get you to buy their shitty product.”

“Well, I don’t know where you’ve been the past few years, but I’m proud to let you know I haven’t paid a single dollar for anything; shams and real deals alike.”

The conversation between Gerald and another man was so innocent. They really sounded like teenagers, which was probably all they were when their lives were stolen from them. You began to think of what it must have been like to have Negan as a father, and for it to be normal.

One of the men came around the bar, and it wasn’t Gerald. You tucked yourself behind a counter so you were out of his sight, trying your hardest to keep your breathing quiet. The man scanned over the rows of liquor bottles, stopping every now and then to pick one up and read the label.

“Will you do me a favor?” Gerald asked. His friend nodded, turning to face him. “Grab me one of those apple ciders over there.” The man who you didn’t recognize walked closer towards you, picking up a bottle and handing it over the counter. “I got a cute girl to give it to.” You quietly sighed to yourself at his mention of another girl. You should have expected it, to be honest.

“Did you hear that?” Gerald asked. You closed your eyes and mentally swore to yourself for letting your guard down so carelessly. The room was silent for a moment, but his friend shrugged.

“I don’t know, man.”

You could hear footsteps coming around the counter, and all you could think to do was draw your knife. Before you knew it, Gerald was in front of you, looking you in the eye over the barrel of his gun.

“Jesus, (Y/N)!” he sighed, lowering the weapon. “I could’ve shot you!”

You smiled a little, admiring his concern. “Sorry. I’ll try not to get shot next time.”

Gerald smirked at your remark and set down his gun. He popped open the bottle of apple cider and rose it up to you.

“Cheers,” he whispered, “to the cute girl who seems to love making people want to kill her.”

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izthecannibal · 8 years

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Take Over For Me - G-Eazy x TWD Imagine

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

request: Okay so Ive had this in the back of my head for the longest time and I just wanted to share it with you BC I love you: so imagine if Negan had a son (like Geazy the rapper BC THEY TOTALLY LOOK A LIKE) and like you and him fell in love but can't be together BC you both are on opposite sides.. I'm so conflicted and convinced that Geazy is Megan's son or Neagn is old geazy LOLOLOL

a/n: i’ve never listened to geazy in my entire life so everything in this is based on what i read on wikipedia and that his name is gerald via @girlygreenie lmao (also i lowkey didn’t follow the prompt but whatever)

let me know what you think! my messages and inbox are always open, and i respond to everything :-)

word count: 1908

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland

Your teeth chattered as cold sweat dripped down your forehead. You would have wiped it on your sleeve if your hands weren’t bound behind your back, attached to the cold metal chair you were placed on. Your damp hair hung in front of your face, blocking your view of the man walking in the swinging door. The light shining in from outside of your small cell blinded your eyes, and you looked down immediately, squeezing your eyelids closed. Negan crouched down so his face was level with yours and smirked knowingly.

“You’re scared,” he said. He stood up again, pacing slowly in circles around your chair. You kept your eyes focused on the ground beneath you, fearing that you would cry if you had to look Negan in the eye.

Abraham’s skull split with a crack. You shuddered and dropped your head into the palms of your hands, grinding your teeth against each other as Negan chuckled, soaking in the pain he was inflicting on your friend. Tears welled in your eyes and spilled out in waves.

You kept your head down, focusing on slowing your breaths. Your hyperrealistic awareness of everything happening around you was alarming. Your eyes darted from side to side, and your breathing began to quicken as you heard a second skull shatter at the will of Lucille.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look up. Your mind raced with the possible victims Negan could have chosen. You imagined the excruciating pain shooting through their body and pounding through their head.

“Hey, kid, look at me,” Negan whispered, delicately grabbing your chin and tilting your head to meet his eyes with yours. He stood back, dangling the bloodied Lucille in front of your face like it was a hypnosis clock. He swung the bat back and flicked it in your direction, splattering the blood of Abraham and his second victim across your face and shirt. “That’s what you get for not paying attention to the show.”

You let out a wail, tugging at the roots of your hair as your torso fell onto your knees in front of you. Your tears surpassed your breaths, therefore catching in the back of your throat.

“Get her up. I want her in a cell at the Sanctuary.”

“You don’t scare me,” you whispered, scowling at him.

“Holy shit!” Negan exclaimed. “She speaks! It’s a god damn miracle.” He sauntered slowly in circles around you, and continued. “I like you. Know why?”

You remained silent, refusing to break the silence his voice’s absence had created. The sound of footsteps echoed through the halls, and a slim shadow walked past the opening of the door. The man, who resembled your captor, slowed his pace, peeking into your cell. You caught yourself staring at him, using his presence as an excuse to avoid eye contact with Negan.

“I like you because you’re scared as shit--it’s obvious--but you’re acting like a real badass. I saw you when I scrambled the Asian’s brains. You were a fucking wreck! But now, I wouldn’t mess with you,” he rambled, leaning down and bringing his hand to your face, “especially with all that blood on ya’.” Negan’s fingertips trailed from your forehead to your cheek. His hand then drew away, showing you the smeared blood of your friends.

Asian brains. Glenn. Negan had killed Glenn. Or was he just trying to screw with you? You couldn’t imagine your life without Glenn, and you sure as hell couldn’t imagine Maggies--or their child’s.

“Hey, Dad?” the man asked, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry for interrupting... this,” he paused, quirking his eyebrows questioningly, “but Dwight wants to ask you something.”

“Sure, kid,” Negan said calmly, a new persona taking over him. In the presence of his son, he became a completely different person. “Take over for me. Yeah? This one’s feisty. I’d be careful if I were you.”

Negan left you with his son in your small cell, and a wave of terror rolled over you. Sure, Negan was scary, but you knew what he was capable of. The unknown was really what you feared more than anything.

“Hey, I’m Gerald,” he said, walking behind you. He crouched behind you and began loosening the ropes binding your wrists together.

“What the hell are you doing?” you bluntly asked. He could have been trying to test you; seeing if you would escape if given the chance.

“I’m gonna let you out...” he replied, as if it was obvious. “Don’t worry. I’ve done this a few times. If he really thought you were a threat, he wouldn’t have left you with me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed curiously as you debated if you were going to trust him or not. Your wrists fell sloppily to the ground, and you decided that you would take the chance. It’s not like it could really get any worse. You were already in the hands of Negan, after all, and death wasn’t something you feared. You used your newly free hands to push your hair out of your face and rolled your ankles.

“Thanks,” you muttered, uncomfortably adjusting your clothes. You felt the need to wait for him, and he smirked at you.

“You wanna stay?” Gerald asked jokingly with a chuckle. “Be my guest. I’d suggest you hit the road, though...” He looked at you, nonverbally asking for your name.

“(Y/N),” you replied. “Where do I go?”

He led you through the halls, every so often passing some people who would nod and smile at him. He seemed to be pretty well liked around the place. You were able to sneak out a door fairly easily, and Gerald helped you get around the Saviors standing guard in your vicinity. It was still light out

“Get in,” he said, nodding to the passenger’s seat. You almost protested, but thought of the possible outcomes. He could easily take you back to Negan, and the likeliness of him letting you drive yourself was very small. You got in carefully, scoping out the car for any warning signs. You knew if you didn’t make it back to Alexandria, your chances of getting Daryl out were slim. Hell, you weren’t even sure if he was alive, but you didn’t have time to think like that.

“You gotta tell me where to go,” Gerald said, starting the car and taking off.

“Just go down that road and I’ll tell you when to take a right,” you muttered, peeling at the dead skin on your calloused hands, a habit you had been told to break, but could never get over it.

He took off in the direction you told him to go in, his eyes darting back and forth between you and the road ahead of him. “So, (Y/N), what did you do to end up with Negan?”

You sighed, shaking your head. He must have known what his father was capable of. How could he not? You were shocked, more than anything, that he would oh-so-casually ask something like that. He just happened to interrupt his father at the right time. Who knows where you would have been if he hadn’t?

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me,” he replied quietly, turning his eyes back towards the road. The car remained silent for a few moments, but Gerald was already looking back at you. “You hungry?”

You shrugged and looked back up at him. “I don’t know... A little.” That was a lie. You were starving. Before making it to Alexandria, you had no problem if you didn’t eat for a few days. You were used to it. But once your stomach started getting used to eating full meals every day, you could barely last a day without eating something.

“Bullshit,” he mumbled, stopping the car and getting out, walking around to the back. You watched him in the rear view mirror as he opened the trunk and pulled out a bag. Your eyes widened, and you quickly fidgeted with the door. You got out and began to run, not entirely believing that all he had in the trunk was food.

“(Y/N)! What’s got you all freaked out?” he yelled, slowly following you. The bag was still in his hand, and once you had gotten a fair amount of distance between you and him, you turned around.

“Put the bag on the ground and back up,” you demanded, glaring at him so he knew you weren’t joking. He smirked, shaking his head at the ground.

“You still don’t trust me?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at you. Your facial expression remained constant as he backed away from the bag. “I didn’t have to get you out of there! I could have thrown you under the bus countless times, but where the hell am I? I’m in the middle of nowhere, trying to get you home.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes, getting back in the car and sitting silently, waiting for you.

You picked up the bag, unzipping it while keeping your eyes on the car. The bag contained a gun, a few knives, some bottles of water, a few boxes of ammo, and lots of food. You checked to see if the gun was loaded, which it was, and emptied out the bullets into the bag, just to assure you were safe. There was really no way to make sure he wasn’t armed, but he was right. He could have gotten you taken right back to Negan, but he didn’t. You took the bag with you and got into the car. Without speaking to you, Gerald started the car and took off towards Alexandria.

“Why are you so pissed off about me not trusting you?” you asked, and his face grew red. “I thought you’d be used to it by now, and that you’d understand.” You had grown used to being threatened whenever you met someone do. Rick had grown accustomed to putting the safety of your group above everything else, meaning he often ‘welcomed’ newcomers with a gun to the head.

“Whatever,” he sighed, and you continued on your ride home. You took an apple out of the bag, then offered him one.

He sighed with a smile and shook his head. “You’re cute.”

You weren’t sure why, but you blushed for what seemed to be the first time in years. You tried your hardest to play it off, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he saw right through you.

“We’re here,” you said, clearing your throat. You were a few blocks away from the gate of Alexandria, but you didn’t want to raise any suspicion by showing up with Negan’s son. That wouldn’t do anyone any good. You were hesitant to get out of the car, for you felt a strange connection to the man who saved you from his father.

“Thanks for the ride and the food,” you said, swinging your legs over the leather car seat.

“I’ll visit you,” he said. You weren’t sure if he was joking or not, but you couldn’t help hoping he was serious. For some reason, you didn’t see yourself forgetting him any time soon.

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