Disclaimer: I don't own the walking dead, If I did, I wouldn't be writing crappy fan fiction. Also, I would totally give Negan a spin off series.
The sound of walker growls fill my ears, the only sound I heard for miles.
This was it. This was the end.
Boom!...
Boom!...
Boom!...
I open my eyes to see the bodies, surrounding me, who's claws were inches from my face, now laid completely lifeless on the ground around me. My eyebrows furrowed, puzzles as I looked up to see a tall handsome man standing before me, as well as a few others. He grins at me.
"Well what do we have here, little red riding hood on her way to her grandma's run into some big bad walkers?" He asks still grinning my eyebrows still furrowed til I look down and notice my red hoodie and suddenly his comment makes sense. I look at him, to the others in his group, trying to figure out if they were friendly or not. The one who seems to be the leader's voice dripped in sarcasm, which would put me at ease had we been in a normal world. But this one, who knew what people were capable of.
"I'm Negan, what's your name, red?" He asks me and I clear my throat.
"Roxanne." I tell him. He swings his bat to point at each group member as he introduces them.
"Arat, Dwight, Jack, and Seth." He says then looks back to me, His eyebrows raised. "What, is a little girl like you doing all alone in the woods?" He asks then he looks behind me and sees some strings and cans I had up around my makeshift campsite. "Seems to me you've been squatting here for a while…" he straightened his posture a bit. "Is there anyone else, fuckin' hiding around here?" He asks and I shake my head.
"No. I mean- there use to be. But they're gone now." I say and he nods, looking at me with suspicion for just a moment. He looks over my campsite. Which is just a sleeping bag, some old discarded cans my old group had left from our last scavenge, what looks like a fire. Then he nods his head at all but Dwight, and they go searching the nearby area for anyone else I may have lied about being here, then he looks back to me.
"Why don't you come with us, Red. We got food, water, fuckin' shelter...people. You can't last long out here in these woods by yourself. We got walls, protection from these undead fucks." He then eyes me up and down, the way men use to when the world was full of them. "And you can have it for fuckin free if you wanna be my fuckin wife." He says, his tongue licking his lower lip slightly.
I scoff and roll my eyes. "No thank you, big bad wolf." I mock then turn around to go back to my shitty lonesome campsite, when I feel a firm hand on my shoulder.
"Woo. What a blow to my fuckin ego, here. I understand you not wanting to be my wife, considering I'm a perfect fuckin stranger- Actually I don't understand, fuckin look at me." He grinned brightly. He must think he's some sort of model or something. He was a bit charming, but I'd never admit it to him. He continues. "But, you don't have to marry me in order to come with us. I'll let you get in on our little community either way. I know you're not gonna fuckin refuse." I let his words sink in. It had been a few weeks since the last person of our group had died and left me all alone to fend for myself. It didn't seem like a bad idea to join a new community. He leans to the side and puts his hand to the side of the mouth to whisper to me, as though it were some kind of secret. "And, not to mention… we just saved your Goddamn fucking hide a few minutes ago. You were almost walker chow till we showed up and saved your pretty little ass." I roll my eyes.
"Alright, fine." I say and go to grab my sleeping bag, and backpack, rolling it up, I look back at the leader who calls himself Negan, then the others who started to walk to the direction they came from.
"If I don't fit in, I can leave if I want to, right?" I ask and he gives me a hardy laugh.
"Of course. But after seeing the way you've been living, I don't think you'll wanna fuckin leave." He says, putting his baseball bat over his shoulder and he marches in the direction, I catch up with him and look him up and down.
"So, if this community is as great as you say, Why are you carrying around sports equipment and not a gun?" I ask and he stops in his tracks.
"Her name is Lucille." He says, swinging the bat in front of him in my face. "And because I fuckin can." He says in a deep voice. Somehow, I sense no sarcasm and I shrug, not wanting to show any fear despite him swinging the barbed wire piece of wood in my face.
"That's cool. My pocket knife is named Bob." I inform him and he chuckles.
"Boy, I can already tell you got a mouth on you, Red." He says and I shrug yet again and follow him to the cars the small group had, where more people were standing around, I wondered if this was their whole group.
The leather jacket man whistles, people appear from the woods, and pile into cars. Negan gestures for me to follow him to his small car, no one else rides with us. I'd almost prefer piling into the truck with the others, rather than riding alone with the group's leader, but I wasn't about to object, I'd just be thankful.
"So, Red." He says, and I boldly correct him.
"It's Roxanne." I tell him and he nods a moment before opening his mouth again and speaking.
"Right, Roxy." I clear my throat at the new nickname.
"It's just Roxanne." He pauses and looks at me, then glances back on the road. His leather gloved hand on the steering wheel. He lets out a hearty chuckle.
"You are somethin' else!" he exclaims. "As I was saying, Roxy, There's a few things you should know about our group." I can tell he was trying to show dominance over me, with not respecting me enough to use my full name, but I let him take the win and call me Roxy for now, considering his fragile ego seemed to be very important to him. He then goes on about their 'Sanctuary.'
"We work for points, don't have enough points, you'll probably starve, or go without." He looks me up and down. "Not that you won't be capable in earning points, you're a healthy, fit young fuckin' woman, I'm sure you'll do fine." He says as they pull up to the gates of what I can only imagine are probably this 'Sanctuary' he's been talking about. He holds his hand up to someone at the gate, then parks, and looks over at me again.
"But, if you ever find yourself tired of earning points…" He swipes his tongue across his lower lip, seductively, I might add, and his dark eyes bore into mine. "Then you say the word, You become my wife, and you can have, anything in this god damn apocalyptic world I can offer you."
My cheeks light up, I'm sure of it, I can feel the heat on them, but I let out a chuckle, and his grin turns into a light frown, at my laugh.
"Again, thank you for the offer, but I don't think I'll be accepting that offer of yours." I unbuckle myself and get out of the car. Negan, who's already out of the car, his baseball bat in hand.
"Suit yourself, Darlin' I know you'll come crawling back." He grins, I can tell this won't be the last time he offers, stubborn.
When he rounds the car, everyone in the Sanctuary kneels suddenly, and then I realize, they do so for him.
Is this some kind of crazy dictatorship?
Would I regret getting saved by this leather jacket badass and his saviors? Only time would tell now.
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