A/N Hello I'm back again, did you expect that? Probably not, I didn't even expect it. Anyways this note is to say my original plan for this story had changed quite a lot, when I first made this story it was when season 6 had recently started, or season 5 was ending, yeah a long time ago, damn. But anyways I wrote it ages ago and uploaded it ages after, I honestly don't know why I didn't continue with it cause I was enjoying it, but oh well. I was going to do an OC X Daryl type thing but I don't really like the idea of it anymore, it's overused now in my opinion, so instead we meet Negan. I know he's probably overused too but I like him and feel like it would match with what I want this story to be now. But whatever, I hope you enjoy this story anyway. I'd also like to apologise if filtering with a sock isn't an actual thing, I'm not a survivalist I don't know this stuff, I heard somewhere you could though so I added it in the story, maybe next time I'll research this stuff before I put it in the story. Also side note, I don't know really what Negan's past was like before he met Rick, I'm just guessing. Also what's happening now is like years before they meet, I just wanted to do some story with meeting Negan and stuff before he ends up leaving to threaten Rick.

I looked at Tyler to see if he was ready, he wasn't. We had been out of that over run prison for about a week, my leg was only getting worse, I mean I could walk and stuff but it was hurting like hell. I grab a bottle from my bag and pass it to him, he was too busy letting his thoughts kill him so I had to filter the water. I grabbed the only clean sock I had and placed it half way into the water and let it sit out of the lid, I put water in it and watched as it slowly filtered through. Alright, progress. I got up from the floor and rubbed away the dirt from my hands onto my cup up jeans. My jeans were, before the Apocalypse, light blue and had not cuts, now though they have a few cuts, one by the top of my left thigh showing a fraction of butt, one by my left knee, and one on the front of my right thigh, it started above the knee getting bigger as it went upwards to just below the beginning of the jeans. I didn't care much that my jeans were broken it was my top I cared about, I had a slim crop top jumper, it showed about half of my stomach, it's colour had faded from a maroon red to a deeper type of maroon red. It wasn't a thick type of jumper so It didn't bother me much in the sun, although I did have a tear on the right shoulder and another tear just under my right boob. I thanked whatever luck I seemed to have some times that I wasn't with a perverted guy while wearing this or I could end up being as broken as my clothes. I looked down to my shoes, matching my tops colour, the back of the show however was gray. I stopped staring at my appearance and looked up to the sky, blocking the sun with my hand, it was a pretty hot day, hence the water filter. I decided not to stand still waiting for the water and took my bow to go look around the area, I didn't go far, I kept Tyler in my line of sight so I could help him if needed. I started by picking some berries that looked safe, once I got a small bag full I looked at it satisfied, we had some crackers so I planned to crush the berries and make a jam or something out of it for our food today. At least it was one less day I had to worry about food wise. A noise of moaning quickly got my attention, I didn't see any walker near me so I ran back to make sure Tyler was okay, looking confused at my surroundings I could see everything was fine. What was that moaning from? My question was answered almost as quick as I asked when a walker came out of nowhere giving me a heart attack. I grabbed the knife from my jeans and walked over to it, seconds before I went to stab him for almost killing me I stopped surprised to see about 5 more behind him, fucker brought some friends. I took out the walker that was in front of me so I didn't have to worry about him. Unfortunately luck wasn't on my side right now since Tyler was being a shit and not helping plus these walkers were fast. There is no way in hell I can do this alone.

"TYLER" I screamed loud enough for the whole world to hear, he ignored me, which sadly didn't surprise me. But I ain't giving up on getting his help.

"Tyler" I half shouted, I didn't want more of the walkers friends to appear. Stabbing the closet walker I moved back again, half running. Since I was running backwards my clumsy ass fell over, I crashed into some rocks they hit my back, arm, neck and worse, the cut up thigh. I screamed to high heaven with no care of dying. This pain was too unbearable to care about death right now. Still trying not to die though I attempted to still fight back while on the floor. One of the walkers turned their attention to Tyler so I had to do something. I took the rock from under my thigh and threw it at the one going after Tyler. It groaned at me and started coming after me again. I let the first walker fall on me and then stabbed it's head, the other one fell over the now re-dead walker and I killed it also, the next one didn't fall for it. Damn smart walker. It fell to it's knees and went up to the now bleeding thigh. FUCK. My thigh was bleeding again, how am I going to survive this. I closed my eyes to just let my death happen but it didn't happen. I heard a grunt from what sounded like a human, seconds later I heard a thud and then some flesh and bones breaking. I thought about Tyler, was he dead? Did he finally snap out of it and save me? No, he didn't. I know this cause I heard some voices I'd never heard before.

"Do you think she was bit?" this voice was a concerning voice, like he wasn't a person who would kill just for the fun of it, which relaxed me a little. Even though I kept my eyes closed I could feel their stares.

"Only one fucking way to find out" this voice was more husky, it was a low voice that demanded respect, even from a king. I felt the walkers be torn off my body and then a wave of the worst pain hit me. I couldn't scream, move, or wake up it was so painful. I was just there frozen. He had taken off my jeans looked at my legs then put them back on. This felt like torture.

"Well I don't have an fucking clue what it is but I know it's not an fucking bite" thankfully they didn't check under my top.

"What should we do about her. boss?" a long and low sigh was heard after a few seconds of silence.

"Put her in the truck, we'll take her back with us and get her checked out" apparently husky voice was their boss.

"What about the guy?" a different voice said. Oh, right, they were talking Tyler, I guess he's either still alive or they want to know how to fix him.

"Take him as well" the boss sounded pretty pissed at this point. I felt arms slid under my legs and back before being lifted up from the ground. Whoever was holding me stood still when the boss said to wait. I felt an arm touch my leg and then wrap something over the thigh, I guess they are trying to stop the bleeding. The one who was carrying me continued to walk on after my leg was wrapped up. I was later put into a van or car, I was lying down at first but seconds later pulled onto someone's lap. I tried opening my eyes, everything was a complete and utter blur, all I could make out is that I was sitting on a stranger who was wearing white. He also seemed sort of like cinnamon, unless that was me hallucinating. I let myself drift off on the man so I didn't have to be awake when they arrived and had to go through torture again.