Chapter One – Found

Being alone wasn't new for Amelia; she had been separated from her group some time ago when they had been ambushed by another group who weren't opposed to extreme violence. She had managed to grab what was left of her belongings and fled along with some others when they become overrun. She felt like a coward for doing so but at the same time she wasn't a fighter like some of the others, she had become good with a gun and a knife but the group they had encountered were something else. Her travels hadn't always been kind to Amelia, she had heard stories from others she encountered that it wasn't safe for a young woman such as herself to be travelling alone. She always thanked people for their concern but continued on alone. She wasn't looking for anything or anyone in particular, she was just looking.

Making her way along one of the many deserted roads Amelia turned her attention to the sound of an approaching engine, looking she saw that there were two motorcycles speeding towards her, she looked toward to the forest that was beside her and contemplated hiding, but before she could make a decision the motorcycle engines had slowed, stopping just in front of her, blocking her path.

"Well look at what we have here? Didn't anyone tell you that it's not safe for you to be walking out here on your own?"

The rider that spoke dismounted from his bike, rifle strapped across his back, neither of them were wearing a helmet and Amelia could feel herself tense, she was kicking herself for not making the decision to hide sooner.

"I don't want any trouble; I just want to get past."

Amelia held her hands up she tried to walk past but the dismounted rider stepped in front of her, blocking her once again.

"Not so far sweet heart, you look like you taste good."

As he uttered those words he bit his bottom lip which turned Amelia's stomach, she was in danger here and she couldn't think of a way out. The rider took another step forward, looking her up and down before fixing his attention to her chest. Believing she had no other choice, Amelia made to turn and run in the opposite direction but the rider grabbed her from behind and pushed her to the floor, straddling her and pinning her down.

Fighting furiously, she tried to defend herself and successfully managed to land a punch on his face, he laughed at her effort and swiftly backhanded her for her troubles. She felt sick, not only was her head pounding, the sensation of blood trailing down her face but she sure this man was going to rape and defile her before leaving her for dead.

At first, the second rider did nothing; he wasn't interested in getting involved, but when Amelia thought all hope was lost and this was really going to happen to her, the other ride got off his bike and pulled the guy off of her.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? She wants it."

Before anything else could be said the attacker looked up in terror when he heard the sound of another's voice, an assertive, dominant rough voice and it wasn't the man who had pulled him off Amelia.

"Now look at what the fuck we have here? Doesn't look like she wants it to me shithead!"

Amelia raised one of her hands to her head where she had been struck, pulling it back into view to see the blood, she turned onto her front as she tried to get up and get away, she just wanted to run, but as she struggled she noticed someone holding out their hand.

"It's okay sweet thing, I've got you."

The man with the rough voice spoke, squinting Amelia looked up at him she felt relief and before she could tell herself not to, she took the hand of the stranger. He was older she guessed in his early to mid-forties, she could see that he a thick head of black hair that was slicked back which matched his salt and pepper facial hair and dark brown eyes. Although she was hurting and she couldn't really see straight through what she could only guess was a concussion, one thing she did know was that he was an attractive man.

Standing, Amelia looked around to see that in the commotion of her being attacked an RV and several trucks had appeared. Turning her attentions back to the man who had helped her up she could see he was wearing a distinctive leather jacket, red scarf and was carrying a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire slung over his shoulder, an interesting choice in weapon she thought to herself. Letting go of his hand Amelia didn't say anything, but he smiled and winked in her direction before turning his attentions back to the rider who had been on top of her.

"I have to say I'm disappointed in you Craigie boy…rape? You know that's one of my no-no's"

"Negan please no..."

Before the Amelia could process what was happening the man who attacked her was swiftly shot in the head, the sound of the gunshot made Amelia flinch. Not taking her eyes away from the dead man lying in front of her the man who had helped her, who she now knew to be called Negan spoke.

"Sorry you had to see that sweet thing, but violence against women is something I abso-fucking-lutely cannot stand, even from one of my own."

He wrapped his arm around Amelia's shoulders turning her away from the body and motioning her towards the RV.

"Now I think its best you come with me and we get your head sorted out and we can talk about where we go from there?"

Still trying to process what was happening Amelia felt her legs buckle as she blacked out, before she fully lost consciousness she felt Negan sweep her up into his arms and speak.

"Whoa there, I've got you sweet thing."

A/N - Thank you for reading the first chapter in my very first TWD fanfic - I'm a big fan of Negan and this will be exploring an alternative timeline to what is currently showing on television, Negan is still a bad guy but the conflict with Rick won't be the same.

Please review and leave some love - it would really be appreciated.