I am a bit nervous, because this is my first Walking Dead fanfic.
Guys, the OC of this story was inspired by Clementine out of the Walking Dead Telltale Series. Some things are similar, most are different. This character is much older than Clementine.
Have a read and let me know what you think!
"Little pig, Little pig! Let me in!"
Brooklyn saw the shadow of a psychopath through the canvas fence. Everybody around her stilled as they contemplated whether to follow his orders. She wasn't there. She didn't see it.
They did.
Rosita glanced at her, hands balled up into fists. They had to open the gate, as much as they hated the idea of it. Brooklyn stepped forward after an awkward few seconds, doing them all a favour.
The shadow moved from side to side, swaying with the gentle breeze. The baseball bat was propped up against its shoulder. She took a deep breath and grabbed the edge of the sliding fence, pushing it over to the left as she walked.
Her curiosity begged her to look behind the bars, so she did.
He stood there. A man. Smiling. Handsome, but older than her, so she pushed that thought to the back of her head. A nice leather jacket. A clean white shirt underneath. He looked almost normal. Not apocalypse normal; regular life normal. But then she saw the bat.
His eyes lit up at the sight of her and a dazzling smile took over his face, "Well, hello darlin'."
He looked her up and down, enough to make her feel self-conscious, and the fact that she was wearing denim shorts and a plain tank top didn't help. She folded her arms over her chest, but he seemed to like that. She unfolded them.
"Erm, who are you?" Spencer piped up beside her. Brooklyn could sense that man's frustration and she wasn't sure whether it was Spencer's special talent to piss people off. He flirted with her a couple of times before, and that set her on the edge. Rick took her in just days before after finding her alone in the woods and as nice as it was to be noticed, getting laid was the last thing on her mind.
"Oh, you better be joking!" The smile never left his face. His voice lowered, "Negan," he lifted his bat, "Lucille. I know I had to make a pretty strong first impression."
Something didn't sit quite right with Brooklyn. She knew he killed Glenn and Abraham. The way he spoke about it felt like he beat people to death on a regular basis. Well, he probably did. But how twisted could someone be to make something like that roll off your tongue without flinching?
Negan's eyes shifted back to her, flinching at the sight of the hat on top of her head. She bit the inside of her cheek, "Trucker hat? Really?"
Brooklyn looked down, hoping he would change the subject. He didn't.
"And what does the 'D' stand for?" Negan grinned wider, stepping forward, "Dick?" he seemed to find his jokes hilarious. She kept a straight face, "Or Daddy?" he winked.
"Dad. Actually," Brooklyn corrected coldly.
"Holy shit, she speaks!"
Rick came to the gate just in time and all of Negan's attention was diverted to him. She sighed softly, bringing a hand up to her forehead to yank the cap of the hat lower. It was a gift from her father on her fifth birthday. It is her most prized possession. And when he died, she began to wear it every day. It became a part of her.
"Do not make me have to ask," Negan warned, glaring daggers at Rick. Brooklyn stepped away from the gate as Rick started to open it. She looked behind Negan, who had about five trucks behind him. Some of his people climbed out with guns, not looking friendly in the least. She decided it would be safer to walk away and mind her own business. Besides, she is new. Rick is the boss. He knows what to do. She would only get in the way, or worse, ruin things.
"Woah!" Negan bounced, walking into Alexandria as soon as the gates were open. It made Brooklyn jump, but she figured that he was probably starting something with Rick. However, when she decided to look up, Negan's bat was pointing right at her. She gulped. And all heads turned to her.
"Don't be rude, sweetheart," he smiled, sauntering over to Brooklyn as all the trucks began to drive in, "I didn't even catch your name, and already you're fucking the fuck off."
She cleared her throat, running a hand down her messy braid, unsure of what to make of his language.
"Well?" his voice lowered, stepping closer and closer until she had no choice but to look up.
"Brooklyn," she offered, peeking out from under the cap of her hat.
Negan laughed softly, flicking the cap up higher with his fingers, "Brooklyn. You have a gorgeous complexion. It's a shame that you have to hide it under that hideous hat."
She bit her tongue before she could bark out a response. It was a compliment and an insult at the same time, and she felt conflicted.
"Come on, darlin'," he grinned, spreading his arms out, "Take it off, baby. Unless you want to take off something else. Either way, I wouldn't mind."
From this distance, she could see his chocolate brown eyes twinkling. It would be more attractive if he wasn't a guy who murdered in cold blood.
She took a deep breath before speaking, "No, I'd like to keep it on my head."
Negan hummed in satisfaction for some reason, tutting softly as he turned his head towards his men. They were walking through the village now, pushing past its citizens, obviously programmed by their leader. The man nodded in approval before glancing back down at Brooke.
"Well, I don't give a shit what you would like," he pointed his bat at her face and inevitably she flinched. He grinned, "Take it off. Or Lucille will take it off for you. Let me see that pretty little head."
Brooklyn was confused as to why he wanted her to take the hat off so much. It must be an authority thing. And a whole lot of stubbornness. By this point, she chose not to argue and in one quick motion, pulled the hat off her head. She rolled her eyes, puckering her lips in annoyance.
"Oh, sweetheart, you did not just roll your eyes at me."
Was he serious? She looked up at him in slight shock, wondering why her every move seemed to be wrong in his eyes.
"You are fucking adorable when you're angry."
"I'm not angry," Brooklyn snapped, running a hand through her hair to give it some volume after having it trapped under that hat. Negan watched closely, "Can I put it back on?"
"You most certainly can't."
"Why the hell not?"
Negan purrs, smiling down at the girl, "Look at this badass," he says to himself. Brooklyn furrows her brows, "You can't because I am not done with you."
By this point, Brooklyn started to question why he came here in the first place. He is clearly not interested in anything else other than his stupid head fetish. Rick stands behind him, casting nervous glances around at his men, who have started to raid people's houses. Her heart skipped a beat. They will certainly be paying her a visit.
Negan noticed her eyes drift away towards his men. And that's when he finally turned around to address Rick, "Half is what we came for and half is what we shall get!"
Her fingers started itching around the hat in her hands. She wondered what would happen if she slipped it on without him looking. Probably nothing good.
Rosita drifted past someone near the fence, looking scared and pissed off at the same time. Why didn't he demand her to take her hat off? Perhaps because Brooke's was bright blue with a massive 'D' on the front. No wonder it caught his attention.
"Let's see what you prepared for me, shall we darlin'?" Negan's arm goes around her shoulders, air escaping her lungs from his tight squeeze.
Out of all the stupid things she ever did, wearing this hat today topped the lot.
