negan

Imagine you're running through the woods from walkers and suddenly stumble upon a handsome stranger with a bat and the strangest sense of humor...

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You were out of breath, your stomach aching as you ran through the forest. You were holding a knife firmly in your hand but with that one small weapon you were defenseless against the corpses that were right behind your.

It had been a mistake to think you were safe. The small cabin in the woods had been your home for almost two weeks now but even there those monsters had found you. It was painful to leave the cabin behind, the walls had made you feel safer than you had in months. But just like that you were running for your life again, with nothing but a knife to protect yourself.

Stumbling through the trees you soon started to feel tired. You hadn't eaten a good meal in a week. Running on an empty stomach turned out to be incredibly difficult, even with this much adrenaline coursing through your veins. Sadly, the corpses had no trouble keeping up. They would never get tired.

And that was when the fear settled in. You couldn't survive this, today was the day you would turn into one of those monsters. But a sudden fire awoke within you. No. You refused to go out like this. You came to a halt, seeking support by a tree while you caught your breath. You held the knife so tightly your fingers turned white while a plan started to form in your head. Hiding behind the tree you waiting, listening for the stumbling footsteps of the corpses.

There was one advantage you had against these monsters. They were brutal and strong but dumb and that was how you planned on winning this.

Waiting behind that tree was horrible, every bone inside your body was screaming for you to run, to flee while you still could. You closed your eyes, forcing yourself to stay calm and wait.

Finally the corpses reached you, stumbling passed the tree, not even seeing you as they continued their path. You couldn't hide a small smirk from forming on your face. Quickly you jumped on your feet, running towards the slowest one. You pushed your knife into its skull. The noise of the corpse hitting the group made the other four turn around. You inhaled deeply. If you would go down, you'd go down with a fight.

You leaped towards the first one, pushing your knife in between its eyes before it had a chance to react. The other three were faster, already stumbling towards you before you even had time to pull out the knife. Screaming to get rid of the fear burning within you, you jumped at the closest corpse, pushing its outstretched fingers away and throwing your knife into the monster its head.

Pure panic threatened to overwhelm you upon realising your knife was stuck in the bone. With another scream you pulled at it, the weapon finally moving. You startled by the sudden loss of resistance and stumbled backwards, your feet hitting the root of a tree and before you could blink you were on the ground.

You held out your hand to catch the walker but completely forgot there was another one. It fell on the ground beside you, crawling on its decayed hands towards you. There was no way you could let go of the walker on top of you but that meant there was also no way you could stop the one crawling towards you. You stared at it, at your nearing death. The smell of the corpse made you wanna puke, it's yellow teeth so close they could bite into the skin of your cheek any moment...

But the pain never came.

Instead a bat hit the corpse its head, sending brain matter and blood flying in every direction. It hit you in the face and painted the forest floor red. The walker on top of you was pulled away and by the time you had pulled yourself up on your shaking legs the monster was dead. Truly dead.

With wide eyes you stared at your saviour, only to frown almost immediately. It was a handsome man, probably around your age. His face was covered with the beginnings of a beard, his hair black like a night without stars. The thing that made you frown though was the leather jacket the guy was wearing. It was a miracle he wasn't sweating. You looked up at his face again, realising he was staring just as much as you as you were at him. You weren't ashamed, it had been at least four months since you'd seen someone alive that wasn't trying to eat you.

His eyes fell on the blood and brain matter on your cheeks and suddenly he chuckled, a deep and annoyingly sexy sound. Was it even allowed for someone to laugh that sexy? 'Aren't you a real mess, darling?' He said.

You frowned, not hating the nickname but not comforted either.

Suddenly he took a step forwards, reaching out to you making you stumble back with a startled look on your face. He just smirked. 'Relax, I won't eat you.' And he didn't. Instead he wiped the blood away from your face with his glove, a mischevous spark in his eyes. A shiver crawled down your spine and you prayed he hadn't noticed it. He took a step backwards and you released a breath you didn't even realise you'd been holding.

'What's your name darling?' He asked, looking you up and down.

'Y/N,' you mumbled.

He raised his eyebrows. 'Got a safe place?'

You laughed bitterly, slowly feeling your nerve returning, and gestured at your dirty clothes and wild hair. 'Do I look like I got a safe place?' Then you narrowed at him. He was surprisingly clean, almost no dirt on his clothes. 'But I'm thinking you do.'

He laughed loudly, as if you just made world's funniest joke. When he looked at you again his eyes were sparkling with amusement, his gaze awoke a hot flame within your chest. 'Good guess darling.' Suddenly he turned, walking away through the treeline. When he realised you weren't following he stopped and looked over his shoulder. 'You coming or what?'

For just a second you doubted but everything was better than staying out here. And so you walked up to him, watching as he stared at you once again, as if trying to solve a riddle.

'And what's your name?' You asked as the two of you walked through the forest.

'Negan,' he answered, offering you another one of those smirks.

You were starting to think that going with this man might not be a bad choice at all...

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