A/N: I haven't written fan fiction in almost ten years. It's been a while so if I'm rusty forgive me. I just had a bout of inspiritaion after the start of this season. :) This is NeganxReader technically. You can choose your name, eye and hair color.

update: so, I wasn't aware Y/N fanfics were against the rules here. So I'm gonna change it so I can keep this story going for those of you who liked it. I keep it Y/N on tumblr and archive of our own though, as I prefer those types of fics. It lets you truly imagine your own physical appearance. Which I find fun! So I'm not changing it on the other platforms but I will here. Good thing is, as I wrote this I already envisioned my own appearance and name. So apologies to those who want it Y/N. it'll be available on my tumblr in that format. My Tumblr is sinuhmyn-apple.


Hiiiiiiii, Mom! Don't worry, Logan and I are safe and sound. Our plane just landed. Hawaii is so beautiful already!

The camera panned to the airport window, showing the expanse of the island. Ocean water shining brightly against the morning light. You smiled to yourself. Fond memories flooding back to you as you watched that video. God, it had been so long since that day. Unbeknownst to you at the time it would be the last vacation you ever took. Shortly after arriving back home in California, the fall of mankind would take place. And life as you knew it would change forever. You would find yourself traveling with your younger brother throughout the states, until you managed to take up with some group you met. It wasn't ideal, but it became your family for a short while. Until, like all things in this new world, it was gone. And so was Logan.

And before you ask, mom, no we haven't eaten yet. In fact, Naeodin was just about to go buy us some breakfast.

You were brought back to reality when you heard the sound of your brother's voice. You laughed as the camera went fuzzy. The all too familiar sibling struggle for the camera. You could faintly hear your voices, obviously arguing about whose turn it was to buy food. When the camera finally settled again, you saw your brother's face. His blue eyes glinting with victory, and before the next words left his mouth the screen went black. You scoffed, and threw your phone to the side. Annoyance filling you as the battery charge died. You were lucky enough to get it to charge to begin with, having found all the supplies you needed to make a decent electrical source at the hospital you were currently sheltered in. Thank god for seventh grade science experiments. Unfortunately, those sources never last long but you were grateful for them none the less. It let you back into your old life for a change. Much happier times before everything went to shit. But, what made it more precious was the chance to hear your little brother's voice again, and see his face again. If it weren't for those few times you could see that video, you feared you'd forget him all together. His face would turn into a distant memory and that was something you couldn't have.

A sigh escaped your lips, and you summoned the energy to lift your body. Leaning lazily against the wall of the hospital room as you grabbed for your bag and phone. It was much heavier than before, but you couldn't complain. You managed to get a good amount of meds and bandages this time around. Thankful the place wasn't cleaned out like the rest of them.

"Count your blessings, Naeodin." You spoke aloud, throwing the bag over your shoulder as you walked out the room and into the hallway. The journey out of the hospital was mostly uneventful. Save for a few walkers that you had to put out of their misery. By the time you made it out of the building the sun was starting to set and you knew by the time you got to your home it would be nightfall. A dangerous prospect. Traveling in the dark now days was basically a death wish. But really, was anything truly safe now days?

You opted to chance the journey home, and you hummed mindlessly to yourself as you balanced your feet on the train tracks. Straight shot from here, and then a quick jog through the forest and there you would be. Home. It wasn't anything perfect by any means. Just a basic farm house out in the middle of nowhere. You chanced upon it one day on a run into the city, finding a couple of walkers behind its doors but nothing too difficult to deal with. You would guess you've been there a couple of months now, and you made it your own. Decorating it with whatever you found out on your runs, filling its cabinets and shelves with food and supplies necessary for survival. It was something to look forward to everyday. Knowing there was always something to come back to.

You emerged from the forest and smiled in relief at the sight of the house. Gripping your bag tighter in your hands as you built up a jog, eager to be inside its safer walls. Once inside you flung your bag to the floor and opened it up as you began to put away today's haul. Mentally taking stock of everything you had. You got to the cloth and bin you took from the hospital, and walked over to your fireplace as you began to heat some water up. It wasn't exactly a bubble bath, but something was better than nothing. After you bathed yourself you changed into different clothes, opting for a gray loose tank, thin cardigan and some black jeans and boots before heading to bed. It sounded completely pointless to sleep in shoes, but it was peace of mind. Anything can happen while you slept, and if you ever needed to run you were ready. You walked up the steps to the second story, pushing your bedroom door open and practically throwing yourself onto your bed. It wasn't perfect, but compared to the outside it was heaven. You closed your eyes and brushed your dark hair out of your face, feeling that all too familiar sense of heaviness as your mind drifted off to sleep.


You awoke to the sound of a large bang, your heart instantly picking up its pace. You launched yourself out of the bed, ducking next to it.

"Shit, shit shit…." You mumbled. Panic was beginning to set in, but you knew you had to suck it up. You hunched there as quietly as you could for what seemed like hours. Listening for any signs of danger around you. You picked up voices, disappointment flooding through your body knowing fully well whoever they were, they weren't here to play nice. You could make out at least two different voices, both men. For the moment they were too far off to be audible. That gave you some hope, and you took that chance. You slowly crawled over to your bedroom door, peeking outside for any movement. Whoever was downstairs had some form of light as you could faintly make out some silhouettes running along the stairwell. You made your way outside, hiding on the opposite side of the stairs so you could have a clear view of anyone who decided to come up.

"Hey, Dan! Looks like we got us a nice haul tonight! Get in this fucking kitchen and look at all this shit!"

You heard one of the voices call out. That was your shit, and you could feel anger begin to rise inside you. You worked hard to get all that stuff, and you'd be damned if you lost it to some scavenging dicks. You waited until one of them began ascending the stairs, your combat knife slowly being pulled from your boot. You knew what you had to do, and this wouldn't be the first time you had to kill. But, regardless it was always a mental preparation for you. This is your world now. You watched as a brunette man turned the stair case, his gun up in defense mode. He was ready to kill, but unfortunately for him you saw him first. You rushed at him, catching him off guard and before he could scream of even shoot, your blade was in his head. His body slumped to the floor with a rather loud thump, and you mentally cursed yourself.

"Dan! You alright, man?"

Fuck. You tore your knife from his body, not bothering to wipe it clean as you ran back into your room, hiding behind the door as you heard footsteps rush upstairs when no answer was received from his friend. He found him…

"Fucking shit!" You heard the other man yell, and then it just got worse from there. You heard the sound of a radio going off, and his voice rang through the hall.

"We ain't alone in here! Ther-"Before he could finish his sentence you pulled the door open and went for him, lucky enough to slash a decent gash into his throat. His blood splashed onto your face and clothes, and you stood there in a panic. There were others nearby then. And it was just you, and that was enough to make you regret even attacking these men. You were good in combat, years of practice will do that to you, but you were still just one girl. Unless they intended to come after you one by one, you were fucked. You heard more footsteps enter your house, and a bunch of radio chatter. This was it, you were trapped. Your instincts kicked in, and you rushed into your bedroom as footsteps pressed upstairs. At this point the window was your saving grace, and you cursed yourself for having bolted them all shut at the beginning. You turned to look back at the door, hearing those footsteps getting closer. It was now or never. You jumped forward, breaking the glass as your body launched onto the slanting roof outside. Sandpapery shingles scraping into the soft skin of your abdomen as you tried to gain your footing. Luck wasn't on your side though.

A strong hand grabbed your ankle, yanking you back into the window, broken glass pressing into your side. You yelped in pain as it cut through you like nothing, blood pooling into your shirt. The same hands gripped the back of your cardigan tightly, pulling you back into the room and onto the floor. The force was so hard you felt disoriented for a second, ears ringing loudly as two men surrounded you. A hard kick was put into your side making you scream out in pain.

"This little bitch killed Dan, and Thomas?!" One of them yelled out, his hand tangling in your black tresses as he jerked you up onto the bed. Your breathing was shallow, pain coursing through your small frame from the cuts and kicks. You wiggled your way up on the bed, trying to regain any composure you had, but two hands grabbed your wrists and pulled them down keeping you situated. You realized this was a second man, and your blue eyes gazed up in fear. You heard both men laugh, and the one who grabbed you earlier spoke in an amused voice.

"Loooook at this one…I didn't think they made women like this anymore." You watched as he licked his lips, eyes slowly feasting over your body. Disgust pooled in your stomach, as you knew that look all too well. Hell, even before shit hit the fan, men would leer at you like that. You tried to struggle with them, thrashing your body and kicking as much as you could. The fat one in front of you only chuckled at your attempts, and he placed himself between your legs, restricting your movement.

"You know, Craig, I think you and I deserve a little treat, huh? I mean, after all she put us through." He blew a kiss at you, finding amusement in the way you turned your face in disgust. Whatever happened you weren't just going to go down easy. You did your best to fight them off, but the one called 'Craig' held you down harder by the wrists, grinning down at you as the fat one ripped your shirt open eyeing your breasts with such hunger it revolted you. His hand reached for your bra next, and you screamed at him to stop. That only elicited some chuckles from them, clearly they had no intention of stopping. Your chest was heaving up and down in distress, eyes watering over as you felt powerless. You tried your hardest to move your legs, or arms but all for nothing.

Then a click from their radio…

"Craig, Parker, did you find the occupant?"

Parker growled in annoyance, taking his radio up from his holster and replying, "Yea, taking care of it right now."

"Well, hurry the fuck up and come back down….Boss just got here."

At that both men set into a rushed panic, letting go of your legs and wrists in favor of dragging you by the collar of your shirt. You kicked at the floor, struggling to get free but they held on tighter. They spewed threats your way, trying to get you to lessen your fight. Once outside, you found yourself surrounded by over a dozen men. The sound of vehicles and talking filled the air, and once off the porch your body was flung to the ground right in front of a large light that seemed to be coming from the RV parked in front. You dragged yourself across the dirt, nails digging into the soft soil as you tried your hardest to lift your aching body. Parker grabbed your sweater, lifting you into a kneeling position facing the RV. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, a move which made you turn your head as far as possible. He was a repulsive man.

"Ooooh, you're gonna get it now, girl. Negan don't like when you ruin things for him. Makes him mad, see?"

You ducked your head, taking in his words as you tried to catch your breath. It was getting harder to move, harder to fight back. The pain from your gash was pulsing through you, and the bruising from the kicks wasn't helping either. The pain was making you dizzy, and your vision was beginning to blur. The only thing keeping you conscious was the constant shaking of your body, fear washing over it as the RV door swung open.

TBC