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Stiles honestly couldn't believe ow unlucky he was. His whole life had been a giant heaping pile of crap ever since his mom died, but the last two years had to be the worst yet.

About a month before the world went to crap Stiles had felt an unbelievable stab of pain and he had no idea what it was until he noticed one of the names on his wrists faded to a gray color.

Stiles knew what that meant, it meant that one of his soulmates had died, he had been a mess for a month until the world went to shit.

It wasn't bad enough that he had to lose one of his soulmates without ever getting to meet her, but then a month later the dead start rising. It didn't take long for the world to go to shit after that.

The pack lasted a whole year before they had their first lose, it was Erica and Boyd, they'd got cut off from the group and there was nothing anyone could do to save them. It had hit the pack hard, especially Derek.

A few months after Erica and Boyd, the Hales went missing, Derek, Peter, and Cora were all gone when the group woke up, they had abandoned them. Everyone felt defeated then, they lost two of their group and then three of them abandoned them.

It was a few days ago that Stiles had one of the worst days of his life, he had gotten separated from the others, he had no idea if they were alive or where they even were.

So it was honestly just the icing on top of the shit cake that was his life that he'd just have to run into a clearing where it seemed like some serious shit was about to go down.

Stiles jerked back when all the guns turned to point at him and he threw his hands in the air. "Whoa, wait don't shoot!"

Stiles gagged when he saw the smashed in head of some guy. He felt like he could honestly pass out from seeing that. It looked like he just interrupted a man from smashing another guys head in too.

The man with the bat turned to him with a brow raised. "Well who the shit are you! You with this shitastic group too?"

Stiles shook his head rapidly. "Nope, no, nein, nada, no idea who these people are, never met them before in my life I swear!"

The man flicked his tongue out slightly grinning eyeing Stiles up and then down, he nodded once and turned his attention back to the Chinese looking guy. "Well then, if no one else wants to interrupt then I'll get back to it!"

The guy raised his baseball bat and Stiles knew he couldn't bite his tongue and do nothing. "Wait!"

The man cursed turning around looking pissed now. "What the hell do you want! I am sick and fuckin tired of people interrupting me!"

He stomped up to the teen backing him into the side of the trailer. Stiles threw his hands up to stop the hit he knew was coming. The spastic teen waited but nothing happened so he cracked his eyes open and looked up hesitantly.

The man was frozen starring at Stiles wrist, Stiles glanced at his wrist and jerked it down hiding it. He usually always kept that wrist covered not wanting the reminder it brought, it was his wrist with the name Lucille grayed out.

The older man looked to Stiles and his voice was hesitant and quiet. "What's your names kid?"

Stiles looked into the man's brown eyes, and he saw all kinds of emotions swimming through the guys eyes. Stiles swallowed before he spoke up. "My names Stiles."

Stiles jumped when the bat was slammed into the trailer behind him and he eyed it cautiously. The man leaned closer eyes narrowed. "I know that ain't your real name boy, so tell me what your name is!"

Stiles closed his eyes his heart was thumping loudly in his chest. "My real names Mieczyslaw, but I usually go by the name Stiles."

All attention turned away from the two when they heard shouting. Carl was struggling to get out of the guys hold who was holding him down. "Negan! Don't you dare touch him! I swear if you hurt him I'll kill you!"

Stiles gasped and he pulled his shirt down slightly showing off the name Negan in bold blood red lettering. Stiles looked back to the older man eyes wide. "Your Negan?"

Negan looked from Carl to Stiles seemingly slightly confused. "Hell kid why are you getting so bent out of shape! What I do with this one has nothing to do with you."

Carl managed to get out of the guys grip and stomped forward pushing his sleeve up. "Like hell it doesn't, he's my soulmate!"

In bold blue lettering was Stiles real name stamped across Carl's forearm. Stiles looked between the two alarmed and reached down pulling off his shoe where Carl's name was stamped across the top of his foot.

Negan walked towards Carl and pointed Lucille at him. "Show me your other marks! If the kids name is on you then so are the others."

Carl glared matching up to Negan and it honestly made Stiles a little worried his mates would wind up killing each other before they could even get to know each other.

Stiles stepped up holding his hands up and placing them on Negan and Carl's chests pushing them back slightly. "Look you both need to calm the hell down! This is not the time to be having this conversation, this is something we all need to talk about in private."

They looked at him and Negan smirked nodding. "You know what you're right, this is something we should discuss in private, boy round'em up!"

Carl started shouting and struggling to break away from the men. Stiles was doing the same trying to get away but neither could fight off the older and stronger men's grasp.

Stiles noticed the group that were all kneeling were putting up a fight now calling out for Carl and trying to get Negan to release him. Stiles cursed his shitty luck, it always wound up this way with him, he was always getting kidnapped!

-(Break)-

Stiles grunted when one of the saviors pushed him out of the truck and he fell scraping up his hands. Carl was by his side in a second helping him up. "Hey you okay?"

The spastic teen grinned shrugging. "Trust me I've had a lot worse than a few scraps on my hands, I'll be fine."

Carl frowned more but nodded and turned facing the group. Negan walked forward and when he noticed the blood of Stiles hands he frowned walking forward and bringing one close. "Who the fuck did this!"

One of the goons stepped forward looking down. "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to make him fall. It was an accident."

Negan walked forward grinning and slammed his bat into the guys stomach making him fall to the ground. "That's your first and last warning, touch either of them again and I'll stick you on the fence."

Negan turned walking away from the area. "Follow me boys, we have a lot to fucking discuss!"

Carl stepped forward in front of Stiles and started following Negan into the compound, Stiles followed after his two soulmates looking around at everything. "Wow this place is huge, how did you secure it all? How long did it take? How many people do you have here? How-"

Stiles was cut off when Carl and Negan looked back at him silently. He noticed the looks and looked back. "What? Why are you both staring at me like that?"

Carl sighed shaking his head. "Usually in a situation like this, the captives aren't so…talkative."

Stiles threw his hand up in the air rolling his eyes. "Oh my god, why does everyone say that to me! Okay yes I know I talk a lot but that's cause I can't stand awkward silences."

Negan chuckled turning around and continuing on walking with his two very young soulmates following him.

They all stopped when they made it to an office. Negan threw the doors opened dramatically and walked in sitting behind the desk and throwing his feet up on the desk. "Take a seat boys! We got some things to talk about!"

Stiles took a seat but Carl remained sitting glaring at Negan. "Alright Mr. Badass don't sit then, I don't really give a fuck."

Carl finally took a seat sighing. Stiles looked between the two, he knew this was going to be hard for them because of how they met but they were soulmates, they had to work this out.

Negan put his feet down and leaned forward. "We're all three soulmates and there's nothing that will change that, you both will stay here where I can keep you both safe, end of discussion."

Carl slammed his hands down standing. "Like hell! I'm not staying here, my family, and my friends are back in Alexandria and that's where I'm going back too! Just because we're soulmates doesn't give you the right to tell me what I can and can't do!"

Negan flicked his tongue out again and Stiles followed the tongue as it ran across his lips. "Sorry future serial killer but I'm not budging and like hell I'll allow my soulmate to live somewhere where I can't keep an eye on them."

Carl was fuming and Stiles could see he was getting angrier by the second. "Sorry but I'm with the sheriff over there, I was separated from my group and I need to find them, I can't do that stuck behind some fortress."

Negan leaned forward looking serious but he still had that grin on his face. "You both are going to have to learn who's the boss in this trio, that's me what I say goes and if I have to I will lock you both up to keep you safe."

Stiles rolled his eyes crossing his arms. "Oh yeah brilliant idea, just lock us up because ya know if anything happens we'll be totally fine locked up with no way out."

Negan chuckled and before he could retort there was a knock on the door before it was opened and the person who stepped through the door made Stiles feel so many emotions, hate, joy, relief, and betrayal.

"Derek."