Author's Note: First off- I don't own Walking Dead and never will. Sadly.
I have this OC with Negan in five different stories all with different context and different situations. I've decided that I wanted to post this one first and probably a few others. This is my first Negan/oc story and I hope people like them, I definitely am continuing with this story and what ever ones I post. Hope yall like them and please be nice! Please! Please! Thank You!
Helena
"Come on! Fuck!" he yelled grabbing my hand and pulling me along with him. "Come on, come on." He said as we ran down the stairs. He held a bat in hand while I held Venus, my cat, in my arms. "Who the fuck keeps a fucking cat during this shit storm?" he asked as we stumbled in to a room. He slammed the door closed behind us and we both as on the ground our thighs touching as we tried to catch our breaths.
"She's all I have." I mumbled looking down at the large Savannah who just meowed up at me. I looked over at the man next to me. He had dark hair that was slicked back, a mustache and some grey stubble all of this made him more intimidating. He wore dress slacks, dress shoes and an un tucked button up that was open to show a white t-shirt under it. "I'm Helena by the way." I held my hand out to the man. He took it and gave me a small smirk.
"Negan." He grunted.
"This is Venus." I said nodding down at the cat that now wanted his attention. He dropped his hand on to her head and rubbed it gently.
"Nice pussy." I laughed at his joke. It was much needed right now. He grinned over at me like he was the best comedian ever.
"So what now?" I asked him.
"We fucking survive."