Alright so here's the deal, this is the first Walking Dead fanfiction I've ever written. More than that I'm trying at the newest bad guy, so there's only so much work with. As such I'm leery of sharing this, but here we go. If you like it I'd really love if you'd let me know. Usually I'll keep on keeping on with or without encouragement, and I still might. We'll see about this.

Have fun!


Negan walked to the gates of the of the Sanctuary just as his men pulled what he assumed was his gift from the trunk. Grinning he swung Lucille up onto his shoulder. He got closer and found it was a girl. It was not the first time a woman was brought before him. One of his wives had been a gift. This one couldn't have been out of her teens, almost, but not quite. She thrashed, kicked, and punched his men, but she was little and there were three of them. Even when she broke free of one, the other two still had her. He intended to have them put her down, with the gate closed there was really nowhere for her to go, but something caught his attention.

There was no sound coming from the girl. He could hear the whispering around him, the jeering from someone in the back, the grunting and growling from the men trying to keep her under control, but nothing from the girl. Most who were dragged in here were literally dragged kicking and screaming. Not this one.

Then she went and got one of his men in the balls with her knee, and her head came back just right to get the one behind her in the nose. Best of all she took a swing at the third and he backed up. He backed away from her! She was a scrappy little thing.

Negan tucked Lucille under his arm and clapped, laughing heartily. "That, little girl, was badass!" She started to back away towards the gate, her grey eyes trained right on him. Simon went to step forward to get her, probably to kneel, but that's when the knife came from her waistband, and Simon pulled a gun. Her attention gone from him. That just would not do!

"Hey, hey, hey!" Negan yelled waving Simon away from the girl. "You put that away Simon, leave the little girl be. I mean some big bad men just scooped her up and shoved her in a fucking trunk. I think she can have a little fucking slack. No one's dead or nothing! Damn!" He pointed with Lucille at the man who backed away from the five foot nothing girl laughing, "I mean his pride is a fucking goner," he looked at the man, "You, my man, might as well chop your nuts off and give them to her! But! No one is irreparably damaged."

Simon hesitantly put away his gun, and the girl was once more focused on Negan. Just like he wanted. She faltered when he grinned at her, but then her eyes traveled to Lucille in all her barbwired glory, and she held her knife more firmly. She held the knife pointing down, she'd be able to punch if she wanted to, but he suspected it was more powerful when going for headshots on zombies. "Oh, this here is Lucille!" Negan introduced them holding his baby out for inspection before propping the bat up on his shoulder again. "She is my main girl, but you're looking awfully fucking pretty yourself. Mmm!"

When she didn't say anything, only raised an eyebrow at him he smirked a little more and saddled up closer to her. "Of course! I'm Negan. I run the fuck out of this place. I mean if I wanted to I could make them all kneel. It's fucking fantastic. Yah wanna see 'em kneel?"

She looked even more dearly confused, glanced around at everyone, quick, before she shook her head once.

"Another time perhaps," He bounced a bit as he moved around to her other side taking her in. She was a little thin. No one taking care of her maybe, definitely no one taking good care of her… His eyes traveled down to a tear in her tank, and the bruising marring her side. His gaze darkened as he stepped a little closer and noticed, passed the knife in her hand, the bruises on her arm. The knife in her hand swiped at him, but he caught her wrist and used the end of Lucille to give her side a love tap. Like trying to get a ball in the corner pocket, but not the queue ball.

She dropped the knife instantly a ragged gasp coming out of her, the only noise he'd heard her make yet. Simon stepped forward and grabbed the knife and Negan held out Lucille insisting, "Take good care of her." Once he had both hands he backed her up to the car so she was caged between him and the door. He pulled her shirt up to see red and purple marks all up and down her side. "Now which of my grade A up fuckups did this?!" He asked, sending dark looks at the men who were all fast to deny they had anything to do with this.

She shook her head, jerking back against the car.

"No? You're not telling me?!" Negan snarled out his question.

She shook her head more waving her hands.

"Wasn't them?" He asked as he got right in her face. She nodded this time, careful.

He'd fuck up whoever did this if he ever found them. "Now how about you try using your words, and tell me your name."

She shook her head, pushing at him. She needed to get out of here. She needed to get away. It was all she could think. She did not want to stand here and tell him her name. Only he grabbed her chin and insisted, "You know hurting women here is generally a big fucking no-no, but you I'm thinking of taking right over my knee. Give all these nice people a really good fucking show! Now I will not ask again!"

She believed him.

When he grabbed her arm she gasped out, "Jac!"

"Jac? Your name is Jac?" Negan asked, raising a brow at her, not sure what to think of the information he was given.

"Jac.." She forced herself to slow down, and breathed out, "Jacqueline…"

He doubted anyone but him could hear her. He righted her shirt as he glanced at those around him. Maybe that was okay. "Now, that wasn't so fucking hard, was it?" He asked, earning a headshake. He brushed his thumb along her cheek before saying, "Come on, let's go get you something to eat." She seemed unsure, so he didn't give her a choice, instead he grabbed her around the shoulders and started leading her towards the factory yelling at everyone else, "Don't all you fuckers have work to do?!"

Everyone scattered.

Simon followed behind dutifully with Lucille.

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Jac couldn't believe it.

They had strawberries!

They had strawberries and this man was setting a bowl of them in front of her. When they first walked into what appeared to be a cafeteria she witnessed the kneeling thing. Most of the people in the room kneeled. The only ones who didn't were positioned around the room with guns, or were working with what food seemed to be available. Now others were milling around, a few were eating, others still had the hurried steps of someone working. This Negan guy was sitting in front of her with a toothy grin, like he had a canary in his mouth. The question was though, "What's this cost?"

"Normally a shitload of points, but today you get them for the low, low, price of being shoved in a trunk and brought here against your will." Negan said waving to the bowl grandly. Of course, she'd also have to sit here with him, and he expected her to talk to him, but she'd learn that all on her own.

She watched him with open suspicion but she did start eating. He was honestly surprised that she didn't start eating them like he was going to take them from her. She took her time, but she kept glancing at him. Her eyes flitted to Lucille. Then she eyed Simon who was hovering near the next table. When Jac's eyes came back to him she frowned a bit. He was watching her so closely. "What?" She asked after she swallowed what was in her mouth, he made her feel weird when he looked at her like that.

"You always this fucking quiet?" Negan asked as he laced his fingers together and rested his chin on them. It's like every word was breathed. Every word a secret.

Jac shrugged, and tried not to visibly wince at his cursing. It just seemed to be part of his personal esthetic not a sign of anger. Anyway, she didn't want to get into it, so she avoided it by discarding the top of the strawberry into the bowl and starting on the next one. The less she talked the less she could mess up.

Negan frowned, he saw her wince, but wasn't sure why. The question or the cursing? He'd try a smaller question. "How old are you?"

"Uhm…. About seventeen? Lunar months… aren't the same." Jac offered, covering her mouth with her hand at first.

"Someone around here might know the month and day, some of these fuckers are so sentimental," Negan shrugged. He wasn't really concerned with when it was. He was old enough he didn't need to keep track anymore. He looked her over again. She was old enough, but she hadn't started that way. "You with a group? That how you made it so long?" When this started out she would have been fifteen, maybe fourteen depending on if her about made her possibly older or younger. Either way she would have been even smaller than she was now. He wasn't kidding when he called her little girl. The average zombie was probably always bigger than her.

Jac could feel her shoulders hunch. She didn't want to talk to him anymore. The way he focused on her suggested she didn't get to keep eating if she didn't answer his question, so she pushed the bowl towards him asking, "Am I allowed to leave?"

"Not right fucking now you're not. Answer my question," Negan insisted as he shoved the bowl back towards her. He watched her fidget. She wouldn't look him in the eye. Instead she watched his hands.

"My dad was with a group… I…" Jac paused, "I was just kind of there. I was … was trying to leave," Jac mumbled as she fidgeted with the end of her tanktop. When she glanced up and saw that it looked like his whole demeanor had darkened her hands moved down to grip the hem of her shorts; her eyes firmly on her hands.

"How big was the group," Negan asked, even though that was not what he wanted to ask her.

"T-ten men, five women, three kids, a boy about my age and me…." Jac ticked off, "T-Twenty…"

Twenty people in his territory should be easy enough to find.

"Why were you leaving?" Negan asked deliberately slow. Making it clear that he expected to be answered. She wouldn't even look at him though. When the silence persisted he stood, his hands fisted on the table, he growled, "Answer me little girl."

"You saw the bruises…" Jac breathed out.

"Who gave them to you?" Negan growled out.

Jac shook her head, keeping her eyes down.

"Your dad huh?" Negan asked as he stood up and walked around the table to sit next to her facing the other way. His back sat against the edge of the table and she just tensed further. "Yeah I'm fucking right. He beat you since before the world fucking ended and when it did end he didn't even have the common decency to hide it from everyone. None of them had the common fucking decency to speak up either. I bet he fucked with your head. Said shit to you parents shouldn't even think about their brats. You're so damn quiet because if he didn't notice you he didn't think too much about smacking you around. He do more than beat you?"

Jac shook her head. Her father hadn't shown any interest in that towards her…

"At least there's fucking that," Negan huffed as he watched her openly. After a moment he grinned asking, "So, where do you plan to go?"

Jac shrugged as she glanced up at him, only to shrink away. "This isn't far enough."

Negan didn't let that stop him. "Who the fuck do you think is getting in here?"

Jac looked around. "I don't think I'd be useful here…" Eventually he'd figure that out and kick her out. Eventually she'd mess up. She rather skip a step and save him the time.

Negan on the other hand was positive she'd be plenty useful to him. There was just something about her. Like being presented with a litter of puppies; he just wanted this one more. A bunch of little reasons, but no particular big one. He'd just taken a shine to her.

"You're going… going to let me leave, right?" Jac asked as she wrung her hands in her tank top again.

Negan frowned. He'd be keeping her here against her will if he said no. He could keep her locked up stairs in his quarters, not even the wives quarters, his, but that'd be breaking rules that other men would start breaking. They were rules he wouldn't stand for being broken. That didn't mean he couldn't bend them. "Yeah I'll let ya leave. Finish eating and I'll let you out the gate." Negan huffed.

Jac frowned up at him. She almost though he wouldn't let her go…

She could do this though. Make it on her own.

Jac set to work on the strawberries watching him carefully as he sat next to her. He watched her right back at first but then he just looked out at the room they were in. Looking down at what she was doing Jac frowned before looking back at him asking, "You want some?"

Negan's head snapped to the side so fast he cursed a bit as he gave himself whiplash. Warm pain washed up his neck. The little heathen had the gull to hide a smile behind her hand as she looked away from him for a moment. "Yeah," He huffed as he grabbed one from the bowl, scraping his teeth against the red flesh at first before taking a bite out of it.

Jac grinned a bit to herself as she ate another one.

Maybe he wasn't so bad.

Only Jac noticed a woman sitting a couple tables in front of her. She looked really concerned. She whispered to the man sitting next to her. He kept his eyes firmly on his food…

Maybe he wasn't so bad as long as he liked you…

He grabbed another strawberry and she watched as juice dripped down onto the scruff on his chin. She must have kept starring because once he discarded the top, he caught her and grinned as he wiped at his mouth with his hand. Jac looked back down at the bowl quickly. She'd just finish eating with him and get out of here. Easy as pie.

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"You sure you want to go back out in that fuckstorm?" Negan asked as he stood at the gate with her. At the top the men were picking off any they could see. Another show of good will.

"Yeah, I don't want to be a bother," Jac insisted as she situated herself. She was given back her knife. Simon had his gun in his hand and kept watching her like she was liable to stick it in Negan. The man gave her strawberries, as long as he opened the gate and let her out he'd be one of the best people she'd met… ever. Besides he still had Lucille. Even if she stabbed him and got him good he'd probably still take her head from her shoulders. "I'll head back to where I hid my stuff first."

Negan snorted at that. A bother. He got the feeling that she'd be less of a bother than half his wives. He didn't say this, after all he did enjoy fucking his wives. They were all really good at it. Before he could wonder too deeply about how she'd be in bed the gate was opened just enough for a person to get through. He walked with her a couple steps to the gate saying, "When you figure out you're making a big fucking mistake you can come back and talk to me. I'm sure we can figure out something."

"I'll be fine," Jac smiled up at him. "See you later."

"Don't you mean goodbye?" Simon asked gruffly when Negan didn't seem fit to question it.

Jac shrugged. She waved a bit behind her to Negan before she quickly set out. She stayed on the road like they told her to until she was too far away to clearly make out the people on the guard towers. That way if a walker came out of the forest they could shoot it and not her. Nothing came out of the woods though.

Back inside the closed gate Negan looked at Simon and insisted, "Have someone prep a car. I need a dark one, with a full tank of gas and two extra gallons in the trunk."

"She doesn't want to stay," Simon said as he rubbed the back of his head.

"So she fucking said," Negan scowled. "She was my fucking gift though, and I'll do what I damn well please."

"I'll get someone to pack some food and water just in case it takes longer than you expect," Simon gave in before he walked off to do as he was told.