Hallowed Be Thy Name

Summary: Being a woman in the apocalyptic world was tough, being a woman under Negan's lead was tougher, especially with an agenda of her own… Negan/OC

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of The Walking Dead, Lex however is all mine.

Chapter 1:

You're only as strong as your weakest bladder.

It sounded silly, stupid even considering what the world had become, but right now, that was her, it was all on Alexa 'Lex' Walsh. The infamous words of her brother from when she was a child, yes, that's what was going through her mind while she squatted in the ditch just off the side of the road to pee.

She had never, ever, been the reason that anyone driving with her had stopped, not usually, but there was something definitely unusual about that day in particular, something very off about the whole thing.

With a slight shake of her head, she pulled herself back to the task at hand and focused on what she was doing. There was no sense getting distracted by thoughts of the past, especially not when distractions, no matter how slight, could get a person killed, plus she was in a super vulnerable position and she didn't want to be caught with her pants down, literally.

The overgrown weeds and grass within the unkempt ditch brushed at her bare skin, sending a shiver down her spine, but she wasn't afraid of the world around her, hell, she was on top of the food chain thanks to the Saviors.

Yet Lex found herself a little put off by the whole supply run. She was the reason the group had stopped so many times already, she was the reason that the guys she was with were constantly grumbling about how many times she had to 'take a piss', and to be honest, she knew that there had to be something wrong. No normal person had to go to the bathroom as much as she seemed to have to go and usually she'd be able to hold it in until they reached home, but not this time, no.

This was the fifth time, at least, that she had demanded they stop so that she could empty out her bladder.

What was glorious about that? What was so glamourous about having to pee in the ditch on the side of the road?

Lex wasn't deterred though, she was in charge of this run, and she'd be in charge of many more runs to come, so long as everyone made it back to the Sanctuary in one piece. They hadn't lost anyone yet, and barring any unforeseen threats between this pee stop and the gates of the Sanctuary, she was looking at yet another successful run.

Negan would be pleased, at least she hoped he'd be pleased.

It wasn't like she had intended for this to happen, she wasn't usually this problematic when it came to having to pee, but lately, and more often than not, she had found that she just had to go. At least when the guys had to relieve themselves, it was as easy as stopping the convoy and letting them go right off the back of the trucks. Classy, not really, but it was definitely safer than what was involved when she had to go.

This was abnormal though and the more times that she made the group stop, the more she started to worry about something funky going on inside of her body.

Was she suffering from some sort of infection? Was it more than that, or was it nothing to really worry about? Part of her had been hoping that maybe it was just stress, hell, who wasn't stressed in the middle of the apocalypse, add on to that the fact that she was working for Negan, well who could really blame her for thinking that maybe she was a little on edge lately.

"Walsh, the fuck's taking so long?" She heard one of her men calling out to her from the other side of the road, where he stood in the back of the truck bed keeping watch without actually looking her way. "This ain't like you!"

They knew that if any one of them so much as peeked that she'd hurt them good, and if she didn't, the fear of dealing with Negan's punishment lingered over their heads. He was good to her, too good, and anyone who worked closely with her, or the big man in charge, knew not to mess with Lex.

But he wasn't wrong, this wasn't like her. Something wasn't right, something was different, and she wasn't sure if she should be concerned or not. Stopping every ten minutes (at least that's what it felt like) to pee on the side of the road was out of character for her.

"Coming!" She called back and finished doing her business, her mind drifting to the dog she had before the world went to shit. He had gone to the bathroom outside, but when he had to pee, it had taken him much longer to find a good spot to go in the wild than it had taken her. He seemed to be a little more adamant about where to relieve himself, but Lex didn't mess around, she tried to hold it and by the time she finally urged her guys to stop, she was nearly ready to burst. "I'm almost done, just hang on for two more seconds!"

Rising up from her squatting position, she pulled her underwear and pants up, doing up her jeans before working on getting her belt back buckled. She easily anticipated the teasing from the guys in the truck with her, but she knew that it was worth it for the sweet feeling of relief.

Clambering back up onto the gravel shoulder of the road, she glanced around at the spot where they had stopped and looked for danger that may have come to pass while she had been taking care of business. There didn't seem to be any walkers within her sight, but that didn't mean they weren't out there, tracking and hunting those that were still technically alive.

They had set up protocols for how and where to stop if they needed too. There were guys standing in the backs of the trucks and anyone inside the cab was rearing to get a move on if something big dared to threaten them. She knew the difference between when to fight and when to flee, and she wasn't ashamed of running away, most definitely if she knew they didn't stand much of a chance.

Her right hand man was positioned at the side of the truck that she was riding in, the passenger door not quite shut and a gun poised and ready in his grasp. She had faith in her men, she had confidence in their skills and she knew that at the first drop of danger, they'd whistle for her, letting her know that she needed to move.

The protocol worked for all sorts of things too, not just for Lex's pee breaks, but recently that's what they had been using it for the most.

Her feet made tiny thuds as she marched back towards the truck at the front of the convoy, leading the other two, as they headed for home. The supply run had been a success, she had managed to locate and gather up exactly what Negan had been anticipating, letting her sigh a breath of relief at not having to head back empty handed.

"Damn girl, you got a tiny bladder today." Her right hand teased and pulled open the passenger door for her, waiting for her to hop inside the cab. "Best be laying off them fluids Walsh, I want to make it back home before it gets dark."

"I won't be laying off any fluids, especially not when I get whiskey for free." She grinned in response and lifted her right leg up, planting her foot on the truck runner. She hauled herself upwards and ducked down before sitting down on the bench seat and sliding over to the middle.

She turned towards the door to wait for his response but she didn't see the man that had opened the truck door for her, no, but she heard him. She could make out his footsteps as they faded away, him walking away from the open front door to the cab, and she could easily hear the infamous snarling of the undead approaching.

How many were there? Was it just one, or was there a whole heard coming their way? Was the one that she heard just the beginning, would they be forced to leave in a hurry?

Without even thinking, Lex reached down and grabbed the knife residing on the floor of the truck. She shot a glance over to the driver, who offered her a shrug but didn't make a move to get out. Sliding back towards the door, she hopped down onto the worn asphalt and hesitated at the side of the truck, looking around in an attempt to locate the walker before she just went for it.

When she spotted it, snapping its gnarled jaws and reaching out with its mangled hands for her man at the back end of the truck, she marched forward with conviction reserved for a woman of her stature. She was the one in charge, she was the one responsible for these guys and she was the one who was going to take out the threat, whether it happened to be a walker, or something more.

With a swift swipe of her blade, she rammed the tip into the temple of the walker near her man, watching as it immediately stopped moving and slumped to the ground, her blade slipping out of the rotting flesh with ease. It was a woman, or what had been a woman at one point, but was now just a rotting pile of flesh and worn out old clothes, torn and tattered from months of exposure. The walker's hair was stringy and greasy and when Lex looked down at it, she shuddered at the sight of clumps of her scalp having been ripped clean off, exposing flesh and bone that would usually be hidden beneath.

Sucking in a breath, she turned her head towards her man, and she flashed him a smile, barely catching sight of him rolling his eyes at her.

"I had it." He groaned and Lex lifted her empty hand up, patting him on the chest.

"I don't doubt it, but come on, you're not going to take my fun away from me." Lex chuckled and turned towards the front of the truck, pausing only to make sure her man was with her. She wasn't going to leave anyone behind, even if they happened to get hurt, or worse, and right now, she was right on track to return to the Sanctuary with the same amount of abled bodies that she had left with. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm sure I'll have to pee again in a little while, maybe we can stop in a place a little more…infested."

"It's okay, I'd rather just head straight home, unless your tiny little bladder can't handle it. If I were you Walsh, I'd be making an appointment with the Doc when we finally manage to get back home, get your problem checked out."

"Yeah, you're a real bag of laughs." She remarked sarcastically and set her hand on the open door of the truck.

"Imagine that Walsh, you think them sexually transmitted diseases survived the apocalypse too." Her man continued to joke and jeer but Lex finished climbing into the truck, tucking the bloodied blade back on the floor. She leveled a glare on the drive, almost daring him to join in on the ribbing, but he merely looked straight ahead, his eyes glued to the road.

"I have half a mind to leave you behind." Lex growled, planting her butt on the seat and crossing her arms over her chest.

When her man settled into the seat next to her, she glanced over at him and took note that he was grinning from ear to ear, clearly amused at their entire predicament. It wasn't very often that he was well within his right to tease her, hell, if he had so much as tried to joke with her while she was in a foul mood, she was liable to knock him out cold, but today…today everything seemed different.

"You leave me behind and Negan will be pissed." He pointed out and she cocked her head sideways, taking in the sight of him, thinking over her next words.

"Well with his 'no rape' policy, do you really think it'd be hard for me to convince him that you tried to pull something with me?" She shot back gruffly, his smile immediately faltering, knowing that she had a point; oh she most definitely had a point. He shouldn't have gotten mouthy with her to start with, he should've reserved his sass for someone with much less influence on the boss man. With unblinking eyes, she stared at him for a few more seconds before breaking out into a grin of her own, following it up with a low chuckle. "Lighten up, I'm only kidding."

His lips curled back upwards into a nervous smirk and Lex reached a hand out, patting him roughly on the knee before waving her hand forward, towards the windshield, and motioning for her driver to get ready to head for home.

"Let's get a move on." Her right hand instructed to the driver, peering down at Lex with a smile, only this time there was nothing nervous about it. "If we're going to make it home before dark, and with us having to stop every five god damn minutes for you to piss, we better get going."

"Yeah, yeah." She sighed and shook her head at him.

"And I was serious when I said you better get checked out by the Doc. This isn't normal Walsh. Don't let anyone else know what I'm about to tell you neither, but I like you, I don't want nothing bad to happen."

"Okay." She sucked in a breath and jutted her elbow out slightly, poking him in the ribs with it. His arm settled around her shoulders and she relaxed against him.

Lex could only hope that there wouldn't be too many more pee breaks between here and home.

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