Ok... so here we are again. I seriously have a problem! I just can't stay away from Negan. This little story just keep rolling around in my mind so I just had to get it down. I hope you all enjoy!

Warning! Contains violence and bad language.

She couldn't even remember the last time she had seen another living person. She had come across more than her fair share of the walking dead, but since she lost the last few members of her group a few months back it had just been her. Along with her group she had learnt the hard way that not all people could be trusted anymore. More often than not, everyone had their own agenda and they would screw you over in a heartbeat to get what they wanted and save their own ass.

After her last two friends bit the dust she swore to herself to steer clear of people. Being screwed over by another group of people was the reason she was alone now. The Wolves they had called themselves. They were anything but normal, and it didn't take long to figure out that they were bad news. There were around half a dozen of them against her, Beau and Jackson. When shit had hit the fan she was the first to fight back, killing one of the Wolves, before the boys followed suit and took out another couple evening up the playing field. Unfortunately one of them had gotten the drop on Jackson and slit his throat without so much as a second thought. Beau had taken a bullet meant for her, she had managed to kill the last of the Wolves but then she had to watch her friend die as he bled out onto the cold hard earth, making her promise with his last breath to keep on fighting and stay strong.

From that day on she felt as though what was left of the person she was before all this was dead. A darkness like she had never known had consumed her entire being. She was overcome with anger and hatred for what was left of the world and the people in it. Before they had passed, her friends had taken to giving her the nickname Lucifer, because of her devilish sense of humour and her take no prisoners kind of attitude. Now the name seemed very appropriate, considering she barely felt human anymore and all she knew was death.

She hadn't known the guys before the world ended, but they had all been together since the very beginning and they were like family to her. They were all she had, and their deaths broke her in a way she didn't know was possible. Almost every night she was haunted by the memories of having to drive a knife into the skulls of her friends, making sure they wouldn't turn and become one of the flesh eating monsters roaming this earth. Her one regret was that she didn't have time to give them a proper burial, but she had no idea if there were more Wolves out there and the last thing she wanted to do was stick around and find out, so she had gathered up her things, taken all the weapons and supplies and moved on, driving the old pick-up truck as far away from that place as she could get.

She had spent the last few months going from place to place, avoiding areas over run with the dead, scavenging supplies where she could and keeping on the road. As gas became more and more scarce she had ditched the truck and made it on foot. It made getting away from walkers in a hurry a little bit harder, but it was also easier to get through road blocks and other places a vehicle couldn't make it.

When she had wound up in a small town she took the opportunity to scope out the local corner store. From what she had seen there were only a couple of walkers roaming around and there had been no sign of people in the area in the day that she had spent casing the place. Working up the courage she made her way over to the store, stashing her backpack in the dumpster outside. She made short work of dispatching the couple of walkers lurking around outside before picking the lock on the side door. Who knew that her misspent youth would come in such handy one day.

While inside filling up a bag of what meagre supplies were left behind she heard the unmistakable sound of voices outside. There was no way she had time to escape without being seen and it definitely sounded like there were far too many of them to fight her way out, so instead she hid underneath the counter and waited for the right moment. She heard the front door burst open, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps fanning out through the store.

"Keep a sharp eye mother fuckers" came a deep and commanding voice. No doubt this man was the leader. "Grab whatever you can find that is of any fucking use" he instructed.

"Yes boss" came a chorus of replies.

Well this asshole sounds delightful. Does that filthy mouth remind you of anyone? she thought to herself.

From the sounds of the footsteps she counted at least six or seven men, and there were probably more outside keeping watch. She was more than outnumbered, and she wondered whether she would even make it out alive.

Think… just fucking think! What the fuck are you going to do huh? You're really fucked here aren't you? Get your shit together woman! You have to get out of here or Beau and Jax died for nothing, don't let their fucking deaths be in vain.

The sound of footsteps drew closer and she saw a large pair of boots come into view just beside the counter. "Hurry the fuck up boys!" the man with the gruff voice scolded. "I don't wanna be here any longer than fucking necessary, we don't need those dead bastards getting to us" he said as he took another step towards the counter. He was now in full view and she eyed him carefully from her hiding place. He was tall and slim, but lean. He looked a fair bit older than her, mid fourties maybe, his dark hair was slicked back against his head with a neatly trimmed salt and pepper beard on his surprisingly handsome face. He wore a leather jacket and held himself with an attractive kind of swagger, a deadly looking barbed wire covered baseball bat slung over his shoulder.

For fuck sakes… it's been what a year since the world went to shit? And here you are checking out some dude who would likely cave your fucking skull in with that bat given half the chance. Get your god damned head in the game. You need to get the hell out of here, and if he is the leader that is your ticket!

Lucifer held her knife at the ready and as the man turned his back she crept out from her hiding spot. He was a lot taller than she was and it was going to be hard to get the drop on him. Stepping up onto a conveniently placed wooden box, quiet like some kind of ninja she grabbed the man from behind wrapping an arm around his neck and held her large hunting knife to his throat.

"Don't fucking move" she warned.

The man was shocked at first but soon let out a chuckle, which she found rather pissed her off. By now she had the attention of all his men, guns pointed at her from all directions.

"Tell your men to lower their guns" she ordered, thrusting the knife harder to his throat.

"Just take it easy there Darlin'" he said in his deep and smooth tone. "You don't wanna be doing this" he told her.

"You don't know a fucking thing about what I want" she countered angrily.

"How about you tell me then Darlin', coz I aint no fucking mind reader"

"I just want to leave. You don't hurt me, I don't hurt you"

"Well now, I don't know if I can do that sweetheart. You see… you threatening my life like this, well I don't take too kindly to that kind of shit".

"I'll only kill you if I have to" she told him.

Jesus Christ how does this man smell so damned good. Like fresh soap but with a hint of a manly musk. I haven't bathed properly for fucking months… I probably look as good as one of those dead fuckers roaming the streets for a meal of human flesh!

"Oh I believe you Darlin'. How about we be civil here huh?" he suggested. "Men… lower your fucking guns" he ordered, and they immediately followed his instructions. "Now why don't you remove this big ass knife from my fucking neck?"

"How do I know your men won't just fucking shoot me the second I do?

"You have my word"

"Your word don't mean shit to me" she growled.

"You're a fiery one… I like it" he chuckled. "What's your name Darlin'?" She gave no response so he pressed her further, offering up some information in return. "My name is Negan… and these men are part of my group. We are called the saviours".

"The Saviours? What kind of name is that?" she taunted. "Is that some kind of fucking Jesus cult?" she laughed mockingly.

"It's an appropriate name for what we do. We take people in, give them a safe place and in exchange they work for me. And no Darlin'… we are far from a Jesus cult" he laughed. "So you gonna at least tell me your name, if you're not gonna remove this big fuck off knife from my throat?"

"Lucifer" she stated confidently, giving him the nickname she hadn't heard in so long.

"Lucifer? Seriously? Like the devil Darlin'? Surely that aint the name your parents gave you" he laughed.

"It's what my friends called me. Only name that matters now"

"Alright then Lucifer" he said, the name almost sounding like a sweet song passing his lips. "Where are your friends now?"

"Dead"

"That's a shame. How about I make you an offer?"

"You can try"

"You are one stubborn woman… I really like that" he grinned. "Come back to the sanctuary with us. You'll have a safe place to live, food on the table and you work for it just like everyone else".

"Thanks, but no thanks… I'm better off on my own"

"Everyone needs some friends Darlin'"

"Not me. Death follows me wherever I go" she confessed sadly, before steeling her expression, determined not to show any weakness. "I can handle myself, I don't need anyone".

Negan took the opportunity to turn the tables on her while she was a little distracted in thought, getting his hand up and pushing the knife away from his neck as he flipped her tiny frame over his shoulder, slamming her down onto the counter and pinning her with the knife now at her throat.

"Now Darlin'… it seems circumstances have changed. So either you fight and fucking die right here, or you come back with us" Negan told her, giving her an ultimatum as he eyed her carefully while she struggled beneath him. She was a very petite woman, can't have been much bigger than five foot, but she was deceptively strong and well-muscled for such a tiny thing. She was covered in blood and grime, and certainly smelt like she hadn't showered in a very long time. Her hair was dark brown and tied in a simple pony tail. But it was her eyes that caught his attention, a delightful mixture of green and blue, Negan found them oddly captivating and he couldn't help but wonder what she would look like once she cleaned up a little.

Don't give them an excuse to kill you. You have to live on… for Beau and Jax. The sanctuary doesn't sound so bad, there's food and shelter. It's more than what you currently have. Face it, you can't go on forever by yourself.

"Do I at least get to bring my shit?"

"That depends on what shit you got"

"Weapons, food, clothes… the usual shit" she told him.

"Your food will go to the Sanctuary, you will work for points to earn what you need just like everyone else. First days meals will be free, being new and all. As for your weapons, I'll be confiscating them… I don't know if I fucking trust you not to slit my throat just yet" he laughed as he looked down at her. "But, if you prove yourself, you might just get 'em back".

"Okay"

"Okay?"

"Yeah… I'll go with you" she replied, it wasn't like she had any better options. It was this or death, and she certainly wasn't ready to die.

"Welcome to the Saviours Darlin'" he grinned as he removed the knife from her throat and tossed it to one of his guys before he helped her down off the counter. "I think you'll fit in just nicely".

"Just don't expect me to be your bitch. I aint here to cook and clean for no one" she told him.

"Don't worry Darlin'… I think I actually have a better job in mind for you. You're feisty and I can tell you're a fighter… there might just be a spot for you on my crew" he grinned devilishly. "But we can discuss all that later, gather up you're shit Darlin'… we're going home" he smiled.

Note: This is set about a year in to the apocalypse so I will not be bringing in Rick and his group. This is a Negan based story. I have chosen not to go down the path of the Harem of wives, instead opting for Negan to be the huge fucking womanizer we all know and love, having his pick of whoever he chooses, and lets face it who in their right mind would say no? Look at him!

Anyway, thanks for reading. Please leave me a review and let me know your thoughts! Thanks!