Hey, so this is my first fanfiction so if you're reading this thanks so much! The main reason I wanted to right this is because I have crazy Negan thirst I just haven't found a fanfiction that included his character in a setting I wanted to see. So this is basically going to be for the Negan fangirls that love him and all his evil dirty bits.
Rated M for language, future smut, violence, and whatever else might come along!
PROLOGUE
Gemma was cold, starving, and going to die. After 7 days walking through the damp woods, 7 days with nothing in her stomach besides leaves, death was inevitable. It was creeping up, it's pace growing faster by the hour, but she refused to accept this fact. She continued to trudge through the sunken forest floor, searching for something… anything… Spring had arrived and along with longer days and warmer temperatures, it brought along a constant fall of rain. Almost like clockwork, 5 hours of downpour followed by 5 of recuperation. But the wetness lingered, and Gemma had barely found her sea legs.
In a brief moment of clarity, she let herself rest. She fought the urges to slip into a much needed deep sleep, but allowed herself to reach the edge of a nap. She wasn't sure if she was awake or not when she heard a faint rustle in the distance. But the rustle soon grew closer, and the noise began to multiply. She opened her eyes and prayed for a deer or even a squirrel, but of course she was left only with a walker. Except this wasn't just a single walker.. It wasn't even a group… Gemma was faced with a full herd heading straight for her. There was no way she could take them on, especially in her famished condition. She was faced with two options, accept this moment as her time to die, or run like hell.
She pulled every last bit of adrenaline she could find within her and took off. She had no idea where she was going, where she would end up, or if her crumbling body would even make it to her unknown destination. She ran for what felt like hours, though in reality it could've only been a few minutes. She ran until her body hit a wall. Except it wasn't a wall; it was a man, and he was certainly not alone. She fell to her back and looked up at the 15 dirty faces staring back at her. They emitted an indescribable darkness, but in this position they were her only hope. She caught her breath and faintly mustered out, "HERD". Immediately, the men turned around and were greeted with the same walkers Gemma tried so desperately to escape.
And then, seamlessly, the men dispatched and began to destroy the walking corpses one by one. The herd was no match for the men who swiftly executed each one with an almost machine-like edge. And before Gemma could catch her breath, the herd was no more.
The gruff yet lanky man who she previously ran into then turned back around and looked down to the quivering girl. "And to think I was gonna kill this bitch. Hey Sweetheart, consider this the day you won the post-apocalyptic jackpot!" Her vision began to fade out, along with her consciousness. "Alright boys, I don't wanna see this bitch die today, I wanna take her back with us. Somethin's telling me we'll get some good use out of her.
That was the last thing Gemma heard before passing out, and the first thing she remembered when she woke up in her cell.
