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TWD - Negan Imagine ~ “Hunted”

Imagine about the third episode of Season 11

Summary: After Negan and the Reader manage to escape the massacre, they are forced to team up with Maggie and Alden to fight the Reapers that are relentlessly hunting them.

Screams echoed through the night, loud and blood freezing screams, one after one until they combined into a harrowing orchestra. Your heart was pumping against your chest, so violently that you could feel your pulse throbbing in your throat. It was dark, except for the flashlights that had fallen to the ground, dropped by those who were fighting for their life, and the dim, cold moonlight which gave the forest an eerie look that fit the horrific scenes in front of you. The Reapers seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time, clothed so dark their bodies melted with the darkness of the forest and allowed their bright, grim masks to flash up anytime they moved, and they moved fast. Panting you gripped your knife tighter, expecting to be forced to use it within the next moment, while the panic in your body grew further as you tried to find Negan and Daryl with his dog within the darkness. “No”, you could merely hear a voice scream, pushing you to turn around to find its source, only to see as one of your attackers slit Cole’s throat, blood gushing from the wound as the Reaper held onto his shaking, dying body and suddenly looked up, directly at you through his mask. Your instincts pushed you to run, while the picture of Cole’s slit throat haunted your brain and filled your body with nausea. You found yourself ducking and running away from knives that were thrown your way, escaping them just by pure luck as you finally saw Daryl running over the street, followed by dog as he got away from the massacre while you were still caught in its midst. You could hear voices, shouts, screams that ordered anyone who was still alive to run while your mind was still clouded with the panic of finding Negan, and finding him alive before these masked psychos could get to him. And then, out of nowhere a sudden, way too familiar scream shook you to the core and made your panic skyrocket within seconds. Your fright fueled brain was putting your deepest fears into pictures, forcing you to see Negan in the very same position as you’d just seen Cole, blood gushing from his throat, shaking and dying. You saw Negan dying in front of your inner eye. Over and over again, within the seconds it took for you to turn around and finally find some odd sense of relief as you saw Negan clutching a wound the side of his leg, injured but alive, before he looked up and his eyes connected with yours. You found yourself running towards him, guided by the fear and panic that had nevertheless a strong hold on your body, and the rest, everything that happened right after you reached him was nothing but a blurry mess. You didn’t know who got away, you didn’t know who died, you didn’t know anything besides the fact that you had to escape now or your life would end tonight in this forest.

You kept running besides Negan until your adrenaline started to slowly ebb away and you could realize how much your muscles were hurting, exhausted from running, and feel your heavy breaths rupturing through your throat as if they were tearing crannies into your windpipe. By then, when the blurry mess started to turn clear again, you found yourself reaching the edge of the forest while the first, cool, bluish dawn light was filling the air. “We should be good for now. Those assholes were so fucking busy with their goddamn massacre there, I’m pretty sure by now they didn’t follow us”, Negan said, breathing heavily as you slowed down and found yourself panting, trying to catch your breath as the initial relief that you’d felt by finding Negan alive, got replaced by the worry as your eyes fell on the wound on his leg and the bloody fabric of his pants around it. “I need to take care of that, I can’t even see if it’s still bleeding or not, I-” “I know but we need to find some shelter first, just in case. We can’t stay out in the open like that”, Negan said, shaking his head while his chest was still shaking with the thick and heavy breaths that rumbled through it. He didn’t wait for an answer of yours, he instead just moved in to pull a thin black scarf from his pockets, just thick and long enough to wrap it around his thigh. “Negan-”, you started up again, trying to reach out to him as he shook his hand and groaned as quiet as he could keep himself as he pulled the knot on the binding tighter. “It’s fine, I can hold out for that long”, he said, trying to milden your concern, even though you could tell that he was hurting, “Let’s just get out of here.” You nodded, realizing that there was no sense in protesting before you moved to the forest’s edge, onto a large parking lot that was scattered with old, rusted and partially burned out cars. A shivering breath fell from your lips as you looked around, first seeing the buildings of a small town that laid behind another line of trees before your glance swayed to the closest building at the other side of the parking lot. A large store, maybe even a mall, at least that’s what it looked like from afar. “That one should be good”, you heard Negan say as he nodded towards the building, “The faster we get out of sight, the better. Easier to hide in there too.” Slowly, you started to nod, still trying to catch your breath and calm down, and keep your head from driving you nuts. “Well, then let’s get in there.”

Much as you’d expected, the place was a small mall with a large open lower area, that was merely stuffed with some empty shelves, shopping carts and mannequins and had broad stairs in its midst that lead up to the second floor. There were about three shops up there that were as empty as the lower area, though some of the shelves outside of the stores where here and there stuffed with some shirts, pants and other random things. You moved past the shops, trying to find a lockable room that would allow you to find some more safety before you saw Negan nudging your arm softly, grabbing your attention as he nodded towards the end of the second floor’s gallery. There were three doors, two situated on the wall right from you, the other one laid on the adjacent wall that was a straight shot from your spot. You nodded, starting to move forward before you heard Negan bite down a groan as he put kept walking, as fast as usual but clearly not without hurting, before he caught the worried look that you were throwing him. “I’m okay, Baby”,he said, still walking, nearly strutting towards the end of the gallery. “No you’re not”, you huffed, your eyes fixated on the binding around his thigh. You weren’t sure what it was, but the wound kept you worried. You’d seen Negan with worse, and you knew he was tough, but the existence of this injury kept on reminding you of the small timeframe between hearing his scream and seeing him alive. The pictures were still in your head, and they wouldn’t go, so instead of leaving you alone, the panic of losing him found it’s constant reminder for you within this goddamn wound. “Let’s just see if we can open one of those”, you heard Negan say as he gave you another soft nudge before he started moving again. You ended up going for the side with the two doors while Negan headed for the singular one, only to find both of them locked before you heard a whistle fall from his lips. “Bingo”, he said, looking over at you with a grin as he nodded inside,”We didn’t find a random storeroom nor some employee locker room, fuck no, we got the big boss’s room.” Quickly, you moved over to him, looking into the office that was still stacked with full bookshelves at the wall and a large desk in the middle that looked like it had once been made from some expensive wood but was now merely there to collect some dust. The desk chair seemed to be gone. “Wait”, you mumbled as Negan already stepped inside before you quickly rushed over to the nearest shop, grabbing a whole stack of the last, left over shirts before you hurried back over to him. “What the-”, he started, furrowing his brows as you already cut him off. “You need something cushioned to sit on”, you grumbled, stepping inside before Negan closed the door behind you and let out an amused sound. “Alrighty”,he chuckled as you moved into the back of the office, towards its window front and started to lay out the shirt over the hard wood floor to form a provisory mattress, until you heard the sound of something heavy screeching over the ground. Looking over your shoulder you saw Negan pushing one of the smaller bookshelves in front of the door, groaning lowly while some blood started to seep through the scarf on his thigh. “Negan-” “It’s okay”, he cut you off, breathing deeply through as he gave the shelf one last push to fully cover the door before he nodded down to the binding,”You’re gonna patch it up all nice ‘n new anyway right?” With a sigh, you nodded, and watched Negan move over to your side and plop down onto the cushion, leaning his back against the wall before he adjusted himself a bit to give you some space on the makeshift mattress. “Here we go”, he grumbled as you pushed your bag on the floor, settling your quiver and the bow right next to it before you starting to grab what you needed from your backpack. With a thick gulp, you set down the supplies beside him and started to slowly and carefully loosen the scarf around his thigh, still unable to see how deep the wound actually was and whether he was still bleeding. “Okay, I need you to push the pants down”, you mumbled while you tried to fight your mind that kept trying to push the pictures of Negan’s bloody and dying body back into your consciousness now that you started to see more of his injury. They were the same, each time you saw Negan in Cole’s place, wheezing as the blade slid along his throat and cut it while more and more blood was gushing from the open wound. This mission was even deadlier than it had seemed at the start, the chance of dying was larger than ever and your fears were starting to get the best of you now that your exhaustion was making you more vulnerable. “You just wanna get a glimpse at my dick, don’t ya”, you heard Negan cut through your intrusive thoughts, pushing you back to look at him as unbuckled his pants and he shot you a grin, clearly trying to lift the mood until he saw the look on your face. “Sweetheart”, he mumbled, reaching out to caress over your arm as your eyes fell back down to the bloody fabric,”Hey, look at me.” “I just-”,you chocked out, starting to feel your nose tingle as tears started to blur your view, filling up your eyes whether you liked it or not ,”When I heard your scream-” You cut yourself off, trying to swallow the thick lump in your throat while your head kept on replaying this imaginary scene that brought blood freezing shivers down your spine. “When I heard your scream I though for a moment-”,you mumbled, cut off once again as you tried to breathe deeply through but nevertheless felt as the first tears rolled down your cheeks,”I thought-” “Shit, Darling”, Negan mumbled just as your voice broke again and he reached out to pull you in,”C’mere.” “No you’re hurt, I need to finish this”, you protested only to feel his grasp tightening gently as he shook his head. “You can finish this in a moment”, he said, his voice was growing softer and warmer now as he nodded towards himself, ”Just come here for a sec.” Finally, you allowed him to pull you in and settle you against his chest, cradling you as you felt his arms wrapped around you in a warm embrace. “There you go”, Negan mumbled, reaching up to caress his hand over your hair as he leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “I was so scared”, you sniffled, hugging him back as you felt another bunch of tears rolling down your cheeks,”I can’t lose you.” “You won’t”, Negan mumbled, before a soft laugh fell from his lips ,”I’m a tough son of a bitch.” Just as he heard another sniffle falling from your lips he tightened his embrace a little and moved his hand to brush the tears from your cheek and caress his thumb in circular motions over your skin. “Seriously though”,he mumbled with a small sigh,”I was scared shitless about you too, not gonna lie, but we’re a team, right? And we’re together and we look out for each other. Everything’s gonna work out just fine.” You forced yourself to nod, hoping that those words would finally push those pictures out of your head, while you stayed huddled up to him and cuddled closer into his warmth, trying to fill your head instead with impressions of Negan’s touch and scent. Slowly, you started to calm down as he continued to cradle and caress you, holding you until your body had entirely stopped to shake and had relaxed, before he shifted slightly “Look at me”,he mumbled as you slowly started to peel yourself out of his embrace to glance up at him as both of his hands reached up to cup your face and ensure that you kept your eyes focused on him,”It’s gonna be okay.” Slowly, you started to nod before he pulled you in for a kiss, caressing his lips slowly but relishing over yours until you started to let go off him to finally take care of his wound. Before your glance could fall down to brush over his injury, you could see Negan’s lips curving into a grin while he opened his belt for good and pushed the zipper of his pants down. “You wanna see my dick after all now? As a lil’ treat before you get to work?”, he chuckled, wiggling his brows suggestively but playfully as you leaned in to shove his chest softly, unable to keep a laugh from falling from your lips while you finally seemed to loosen up and managed to shoot him a grin back. “Oh definitely.”

Much to your relief, the wound wasn’t deep, the knife that must’ve caused it had brushed him, creating a nasty but most definitely easily treatable injury that hopefully wouldn’t bleed again once he would start moving. After you had him wrapped up and had stashed your supplies back into the backpack you found yourself back in his arms, trying to nap for just a little while to refill your energy. You’d been up and about for over a day, and going on without just a bit of sleep, would turn you unfocused and inattentive, and that was the last thing you could use outside. “Did you see the others get away?”, you finally heard Negan say as you sat upright again on the provisory mattress and stretched your worn limbs. “I only saw Daryl and dog run away”,you mumbled, sighing as you shrugged your shoulders,”I’m not sure about the others...I just saw them kill Cole, but there was so much screaming.” Slowly, Negan started to nod as he held your glance. “I’m sure Daryl and the fur dude are fine”,he said, giving you a gentle smile and he winked at you,”Those are tough sons of bitches too.” You nodded now, just hoping that they had found safety somewhere else before the question that had been sitting in the back of your heard slipped from your lips. “What now? Where do we go?” “I-”, Negan started only to be cut off by a loud clattering sound that echoed somewhere within the mall through the emptiness. Negan pressed his index finger on his lips as his eyes widened and darted at the barricaded door. Slowly, you got up on your feet and moved carefully towards the entrance, hearing as Negan got up with a stifled groan as well, just as another clattering sound sounded up through to you, and you couldn’t tell if it was closer or further away than the one you’d heard before. “Reaper wouldn’t be that fuckin’ loud right?”, Negan mumbled as he moved in beside you, keeping his voice low just as the clattering sound was followed by curses that sounded oddly familiar. “That sounds like Alden”, you said furrowing your brows as you leaned in closer, barely believing your ears as Negan started to grip the edge of the small shelf. “Let’s take a look”, he grumbled, just as you reached out to him to stop him from doing something just yet. ”Well what if it’s one of those psychos after all?” ”Well do this as quietly as possible. I lift this side and you take the other...quieter than pushing this fucker over the ground”,he said, settling himself behind the other side of the shelf and laced his fingers around the top board,”Let’s hope its Alden, safety in numbers right?” After another second of pondering you nodded, finding yourself agreeing with him before you helped him to lift the shelf slightly to carry it as quietly as possible to the side. Slowly, you saw Negan opening the door, just enough to glimpse through it, and merely moments later his face started to relax. “It’s him.” ”Alden, hey”, Negan called lowly out, loud enough for Alden to hear who was limping past the stores, along the railing of the gallery too keep himself steady, though not too loud to alert anyone else who could potentially be within this building as you made your way over to him. Alden nearly shot around, eyes widened as he stared through at you through the dim light before his face started to relax and a sigh of relief fell from his lips. “Oh god”, he mumbled as you were about to reach him, watching as he gripped the railing tighter,”Thought you were one of them for a moment.” Your eyes fell down to his calf that was sporadically bandaged with some piece of clothes that he must’ve ripped off and that served as explanation as to why he’d been so boorish and loud before, he was simply just trying to keep himself upright and going at any cost, and had knocked over some mannequins in the process. “Where have you been holding up?”, he asked, furrowing his brows almost a little confused as Negan nodded over his shoulder towards the door at the end of the gallery. “Found an office at-” With that, Negan got cut off by footsteps that echoed through the lower area, loud and dull, a sign for you to move back and hide until you knew who was the source of these sounds, but that part was quickly taken from you as you heard Alden call out to the figure that he was seeing down below. “Maggie!” There was no holding back once he saw her, no way of bringing him to slow down as he rushed down those stairs despite his injured leg and towards Maggie. You hung back, still on your way down the stairs but by far not as fast as Alden, and from one moment to another, that seemed to pay off in the most harrowing way possible. A loud scream echoed through the tall hall of the mall as you saw Maggie suddenly falling to the ground behind one of the empty shelves, disappearing from one moment to another as a dark figure pushed her below them and another stormed towards Alden, trying to grab him and tear him away. ”Fuck”, Negan cursed, looking around only to realize that those two figures seemed to be the only attackers as you both started to run, more than aware that you couldn’t let what seemed to be the last rest of your group become victim of those customized psychos as well, “I get her, you get him.” It didn’t need more than that for you to run towards where you’d seen Alden last, reaching towards your gun to fire it as soon as you needed it but much to your shock, he nor his attacker seemed to be anywhere close. Cursing to yourself you rushed through the shelves, heart pumping up your throat, trying to search for them without ending up with a knife in your back while you could hear the turmoil that was going on somewhere on the other side of the shelves with Maggie, Negan and the other reaper before it suddenly got quiet. Your heart seemed to skip a beat for a moment, scared for Negan before a loud curse that fell from his lips, stressed but relieved, lifted some of the tension off your body before it got put right back on as you spotted Alden, struggling below his attacker. Your gunshot echoed through the mall, loud and eerily as you heard the reaper groan, though he stayed much to your shock on top of Alden, still attacking him. Your eyes widened as you realized that whatever armor he was wearing underneath his dark clothes had protected him from worse, provoking you to go for another shot but just as you leveled the gun with the reapers head, the figure threw something back at you, something smoking, something that was about to go off. ”No!”, Negan’s voice echoed through to you in the very moment you felt him grab you and pull you behind another shelf to the ground with him, right next to where Maggie was hiding as the smoke bomb went off and turned your surroundings into a smoke filled mess. Wheezing you fought to keep your throat and lungs clear of the fumes, while Negan continued to hold onto you until the moment the smoke slowly started to clear and he could be sure that you were fine. And just then, just when your view was free of the fumes again, you heard Alden’s pain filled groan echo through the mall that promised nothing good, and your feeling was proven right. The reaper was gone, escaped through the smoke but he’d left Alden severely wounded and writhing on the ground, somehow trying to keep himself sitting upright when you found him. “Can I see”, Maggie asked as she kneeled down beside him, worry clearly sounding through her voice as she nodded towards his bloody shirt. “Sure thing, boss”, Alden said, biting down his pain as Maggie slowly started to lift his shirt and revealed two large, bloody wounds along his stomach that truly didn’t look like anything you could properly treat out here and with the supplies you had on your body. “Not good, huh”, he said with a weak chuckle as Maggie’s eyes looked up from his wound. “Can you walk?” “Not gonna know till we try”, Alden retorted quickly and before you could even start to say something and determine where and how you were gonna treat him before anything else happened, Negan’s voice echoed through the emptiness of the mall. “Wow wow stop”, he scoffed, irritatedly looking down at both Maggie and Alden,”You can’t seriously say that we keep going.” “We gotta keep moving”, Alden merely said, wincing as his heavy breaths put a strain on his fresh wounds while Negan shook his head again. “Wait, what exactly is the plan here?” “The plan doesn’t change. We need that food”, Maggie said, and while you were very aware of the fact that you depended on that food, you knew that it wouldn’t get you anywhere if you weren’t gonna arrive there alive in the first place, “We get to the radio tower, find the supply house and wait for the others.” “She only saw Daryl and his dog get away. What if the others are dead? How are we supposed to get that food when it’s just us against those psychos?”, Negan said as he nodded towards you, sighing deeply as he ran his hand over his beard stubble before he looked back down at her ,”Listen I know theatrics Those people, they just told us exactly how insane they are. We can’t be on a road, we cant be on any road that they could use. It’s a shit plan.” “Then you tell me a better one that doesn’t starve us all!” ”We still got some arrows left and we can set traps, so if we move further out, away from those psychos we’d have a chance to hunt and gather things”, you chimed in, simply trying to make her budge at least somehow. These people were hunting you, and every step deeper into their territory, every step closer to that radio tower, only made things more dangerous. ”That won’t be enough”, she said, shaking her head as a thick sigh left your lips while you watched Negan gulp thickly down. “Listen we’re on your side, we wanna get that food but we don’t wanna get us all killed in the process.” ”There’s no other way but taking that risk”, she retorted, and while you wanted to say something, argue against her, you didn’t have anything in your hands that would persuade both Maggie and Alden of a change of plans and so you were left to stare down at her as she nodded at Alden,”So if you’re on our side, help me with him.” You made it out of the mall and down the road behind an old car workshop with Alden until you deemed it safe enough to try to stop the bleeding as best as you could and patch him up while Negan and Maggie acted as lookouts, scanning the area for reapers and keeping an eye on the few walkers that stumbled around on the parking lot not too far from you, as you worked on him. ”That’s all I can do for now, we need to find some shelter earlier or later though”, you sighed as you stuffed the rest of your supplies back into the backpack and pushed Alden’s shirt down over the fresh bandage that was partially already turning red as some blood soaked through it, “You need to rest or this will only get worse.” He didn’t say anything, and you knew he did so because you were right. He wanted to keep going, no matter what it took, no matter if it would make his state even worse than it already was. ”It’s 10 miles, it’s further than I thought”, you heard Maggie say behind you as she moved up, a map in her hand that she looked up from as Alden already started to nod, way to eager to move considering his injuries. ”We better get going”, he said, trying to get himself up on his feet as Maggie grabbed his arm and Negan moved in to take the other, only to hear Alden huff. ”Holding your hand isn’t gonna help me walk any faster”, he grumbled, eliciting a chuckle to fall from your husband’s lips as he grabbed Alden’s arm a little tighter nevertheless. ”Yeah? Does the though of one of those things ripping your face off do it for you?”, he said, gesturing with the crowbar in his other hand towards the dead while you moved up to swing your backpack back over your shoulders. ”If you’re scared, why don’t you make yourself useful and go kill ‘em?”, you heard Alden comment back, already starting to piss you off again before a sudden, loud scream ruptured through the air, and instead of escaping whatever had caused this scream, Maggie and Alden picked up their pace and pulled Negan right with them. ”Really? So we’re just gonna go toward the screaming? Cool”, he called out, just as irritated as you before you rounded the corner and got why Maggie was so eager to follow the scream. “Agatha!”, you could hear her yell, letting go of Alden the very moment she saw the women fighting three dead that had been the cause of her loud, shrill scream while you caught up on Negan and the shorter man to take Maggie’s place. Just as you propped Alden up you could see the last one of the three walkers fall limp to the ground, while Agatha panted as she waved for Maggie to follow her as her voice echoed over the parking lot. “Maggie, it’s Duncan!” You didn’t need to hear much more, nor see much more to know what the tone in her voice meant, and merely a few minutes later, the Reaper’s attack claimed another victim with Duncan as he succumbed to the wounds from the massacre in the woods. It got quiet after that, eerily quiet but the plan didn’t change, even though Maggie had just lost another one of her own, and you asked yourself how many more of her people had to die for her to start to overthink her decision and be open to other plans. Without Maggie’s approval, you’d neither have Alden nor Agatha’s vote which pretty much meant that no matter what kind of plan you would cook up with Negan, you had to ran it past her first, and that truthfully annoyed the hell out of you. Hours passed. Hours after hours of walking that lead you from abandoned roads into the hilly forest and let you end up in one of the small valleys that laid between each of the small hills, changing Alden’s bandages for the second time while Maggie and Negan stood further up on the hill to your right, keeping an eye on the small herd of walkers that was stumbling through the forest and kept you from moving straight through it. If you weren’t careful, the dead would become as much of a threat as a living, and turn that plan even deadlier than it already was. “Is it still as bad as before, Doc?”, Alden asked as you finally pulled his shirt back over his freshly bandaged torso, knowing too well that you didn’t have the best news for him as you looked with a worried look up at him,”Be honest.” “All this moving around doesn’t give your body any time to fix itself...that bleeding isn’t as mild as I hoped it would be by now”, you sighed as you started to pack up the supplies you just used on him and looked back down on his shirt that was soaked with fresh and dried blood ,”It’s better but it’s a bad idea to keep going more than we have to.” “But-” “Which each step you take you put your body under more stress and more tension on those wounds”,you cut him off, giving him a serious look as you somehow tried to bring your point across,”You need to rest, not just here in the middle of the damn woods but somewhere where we got some shelter…as soon as possible.” Alden gave you a disappointed but still stubborn look and deep down, you knew that he was gonna try to just keep going and go through with this plan no matter what. “I’m trying my best, okay? But the circumstances are far from optimal”, you sighed as you sporadically wrapped up your things and watched Alden nod as you got back on your feet. “Thanks.” “All good”, you said, giving him one more look before you moved up the small hill to your backpack to start and get rid of the bloody old bandages and pack up the remaining salves and bandages for later. Glancing up over at the other hill, you checked up on Negan, though you merely saw him as he stood behind Maggie, partially hidden behind some trees, before you got back to work, though only until you heard closer coming footsteps behind you that promptly came to a stop. “Are you really treating him as well as you can?”, you suddenly heard Agatha say behind you, an almost spiteful tone in her voice as you turned around to her with a look of confusion on your face that was very close to turn into anger. “What?” “You could just as well put on an act and just let his wounds get the best of him”, she said as she glared at you, the usual arrogant look on her face that she almost seemed to put on whenever she looked at you. “Seriously?”, you asked with a bitter, dry chuckle, irritated and pretty much annoyed already. You were helping while she just sat there and watched, and now, she was trying to make you the bad guy? Fuck that. “It’s not that far fetched”, she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she tilted her head and kept her eyes focused on you,”He clearly isn’t on your side, so this would be your moment to get rid of him, and I don’t think you got many scruples” “You don’t know me, at all”, you retorted quickly, just trying to shut this pointless conversation down. You obviously weren’t besties with Alden, but you weren’t trying to kill him. It would be the dumbest thing to do. Safety was found in numbers after all, and just wasting medical supplies only to give him a shitty treatment was nothing but stupid. “Oh I know people like you”, she chuckled, as you could hear the condescending tone in her voice and just decided to get back to packing your things. This was unnecessary, and you weren’t gonna use your energy for shit like that when a deadly threat was basically around every corner. “Sure thing”, you just answered as you placed the last bandage back inside the backpack before you heard her voice once again. “People like you are traitors, backstabbers who turn on their group soon as a better opportunity waits for them”, she said with a snide tone in her voice, pausing before a huff fell from her lips,”Or a warm bed.” You knew what she was suggesting there. Fuck, that last part had been thrown at you before, and not just once. Abandoning your group for some dick. And it was ridiculous. It always had been and you weren’t gonna let someone who had been in Alexandria for literally one day lecture you about the things that happened in your and the community’s past. She wanted to egg you on, and a part of you didn’t want to give her that satisfaction, but you weren’t gonna let that sit on you. “Ah okay, so Maggie told you her side of the story, huh?”, you said, finally turning around again to face her with a cold glare,”See, you don’t know everything that went down back then, and you sure as hell have no clue what happened ever since in Alexandria.” She seemed almost startled that you were suddenly talking back, though the arrogant glance stayed stuck in her eyes as you raised your voice again, far from done yet. If you were gonna shut this down, you were gonna do it properly so this shit would end once for all. “I don’t think they’d make a backstabber who turns on their group soon as a better opportunity waits for them into part of their council and head of the infirmary”, you said, calm but as snide as she had been just now, “Thing is, you don’t know me, no matter if you think you do. You don’t. I’m treating Alden and I’m treating him as best as I can out here, that’s it.” With that you just turned around again and zipped up your backpack, without giving her any chance to respond and just as you heard her footsteps starting to descend away from you just as heard Maggie’s voice echo through to you, while you turned around and saw her helping Alden up. ”C’mon, let’s go. Walkers are coming closer, we need to move.” A word and a blow, since truthfully, you weren’t wild to fight the dead on top of fighting the living. The groans of the walkers were a constant but low noise, still so far away that they weren’t much of a threat and you wanted to keep it this way. You were walking in the front by Negan’s side, Maggie, Alden and Agatha were somewhere behind you as you made through the rolling forest, up one of the soft hills and hoping that you’d find some shelter away from the living and dead threat rather sooner than later. “What went down there with Maggie’s last lil’ minion?”, Negan asked as you’d put just enough distance between the both of you and the three others so they could only hear your voices, not the words you spoke. “Just the usual bullshit”, you sighed, shrugging your shoulders before you saw Negan raising his eyebrows at you, clearly interested in hearing more details ,”Said I wasn’t treating Alden as best as possible since I wanted to get him killed anyway...I tried to just brush it off but she kept on going so I...I ended up shutting her down, this shit is messy enough already I don’t wanna keep on fighting unnecessary arguments.” “Yeah”, Negan nodded with a sigh, nodding slowly as you glanced over at him. “Did you talk to Maggie?”,you finally asked, glimpsing back for just a second to check that they were still out of earshot,”It looked a bit like it from afar.” “Mhmm”, he grumbled with a quick nod and catching as you raised your brows expectantly at him. “Just the usual bullshit”,he repeated your words as he shrugged his shoulders, though he kept talking nevertheless ,”People don’t change, I don’t change and I’m just lying to everyone and maybe even myself about it, I’m not one of you, that kinda shit.” “Oh wow”, you let out a bitter chuckle, shaking your head,”So she can change and turn all dark and twisty but you can’t change for the better, sure thing Maggie.” A thick sigh fell from your lips as you climbed up the small hill while you felt the anger that had ebbed away since your encounter with Agatha boil up again. “Just keeps on getting more hypocritical”,you grumbled, grabbing your backpack’s belts to pull it closer and adjust it ,”She’s been gone for years and hasn’t done shit for us all this time. I’d say you’re by far more one of us now than she is, she should get off that fucking high horse of hers.” “She’s just trying to find reasons to keep on shutting my plan suggestions down”, Negan sighed, shaking his head slightly as a frustrated sound fell from his lips,”Deep, deep down she probably knows that she’s lying every time she opens that mouth.” You nodded in agreement, well aware that Negan was speaking nothing but the truth, though it didn’t make that situation any better. “Let’s just concentrate on what comes next”, he added, shrugging his shoulders as he shot you another glance,”Maybe we can think up some plan that’s better than her’s. “Yeah”, you mumbled as you moved along the trees, looking down at your feet to not miss and trip over some of the tree roots that were buried out of sight underneath the dried leaves, before you heard a startled breath falling from Negan’s lips. “What the fuck”, you heard him curse, enough to make your glance shoot up and land on a burned out corpse that was tied to a tree merely a couple feet up hill from you. It looked like whoever had been the person behind the scorched walker had been gutted before they’d been burned, actually so severely that the dead was only now starting to move, trying to move its cracking, scorched jaw. Slowly your eyes moved up from the tied up walker to the sign above its head, a wooden plank which bore the inscription “JUDAS” that had been carved deeply into the wood in big letters. “Those assholes are insane”, Negan scoffed as he stared at the burned walker, shaking his head as you could hear the others’ footsteps catching up with you. “What the hell”, Maggie cursed while your eyes stayed fixed on the scorched walker, though you could catch Negan glimpsing over his shoulder at her. This was another sign for her to realize that these people were a bigger threat that she likely wanted to believe to be true, though you already knew that she would refuse to believe it. And just as you heard another rattling groan rumble through the burned skeleton, you heard those of the dead that were still able to walk and hunt you come far too close and turn the low groaning noise into a loud, bone chilling one. “Fuck”, Negan cursed as you turned around and watched him already strut towards the walker who’d managed to stumble closest, burying his crowbar into its head as Maggie tried to pull Alden with herself further up the hill while Agatha rushed further down to get the next closest dead. You found yourself doing the very same, trying to kill the closest ones off one by one while you kept some distance to those who were still a little further off, just so you could buy enough time for you and the rest to outpace them. At first, it worked, putting a trail of dead walkers behind yourself until those who were still up on their feet, groaning and with jaws snapping at you started to become more and more. “Shit”, you cursed to yourself as you gripped your knife tighter, hearing Maggie and Alden struggle somewhere behind you while the threat in front of you grew bigger. “C’mon, we need to keep running, this is fuckin’ senseless”, Negan called out as he dropped his bloody crowbar from yet another walker skull as he found your glance and merely waited for you to nod until he started to rush up the hill, towards Maggie and Alden. You did the same, trying to take big and fast steps so you could just help move Alden faster that would hopefully turn out to be a faster tactic than killing those walkers that just seemed to keep coming and coming, seemingly spawning anew out of nowhere each time you’d taken down one of them. “i got this”, you heard Agatha call out, her voice mixing with the deads’ groans and the squelching sound of her knife each time it buried into a skull as you watched Maggie shake her head and nearly panicky look over her shoulder down at the other woman. “Agatha, come up here! We need to move”, she yelled as you reached them and saw Negan hooking Alden’s arm around his shoulder to push him up with him, just as Maggie let go off his other side and rushed towards Agatha who was starting to get surrounded by more dead. She had to run now, or she was doomed. But instead of doing just that she kept on fighting the dead trying to take them out while you moved in to get to Alden’s other side and prop him up, trying to just keep going and hope that Maggie could make Agatha catch up with you. You couldn’t keep on losing more people if you wanted this whole thing to work out, regardless of what you thought of them. Cursing under your breath you tried to drag Alden along with you, just taking it step by step before a bloodcurdling scream made your glance shoot back behind you and find exactly what you’d deep down already expected. A large batch of flesh was ripped from Agatha’s arm as she screamed in agony, somehow managing to kill the dead who’d just served her death sentence as Maggie screamed for her and rushed closer, panicking and just trying to keep the dead off of herself as well as they started to swarm the dark blonde woman. “For fuck’s sake”, Negan huffed, shooting you one more glance before he let go off Alden and stormed down the hill, fueling your body with fear and adrenaline as you held onto the shorter man, still walking while your eyes were fixed on your husband. “Agatha, no!”, Maggie screamed again just as you saw Negan grab her instead, starting to pull her away instead of trying to fight the dead as well which was senseless at this point, there were just too many, and there was no way to save Agatha anymore at this point. You watched her scream for her leader to run, as she yielded her knife around herself, though more and more walkers swarmed her and grabbed her, tore at her. “No! No, let go!”, Maggie screamed as Negan just kept pulling her with himself, out-powering her clearly while you only saw Agatha starting to be pulled to the ground, surrounded by a half dozen dead by now whose groans and biting sounds mixed with her screams that send shivers down your spine and just kept on echoing through the forest even though her figure had vanished underneath the walkers who were tearing at her body. And with that, with that it were only the four of you that were left to pull off this mission, and you had no fucking clue how that was supposed to work against the psycho killers who turned these days into a real-life horror movie.

It had to be an hour, maybe even two after Agatha’s bloody end that you found yourself walking along one of the roads that wound itself through the forest, further and further towards the radio tower that was still far off. You’d needed to take little breaks for Alden in between, trying to make sure that he could keep on walking and wasn’t putting too much strain on his wounds, and that costed time. “We should get back in the woods”, Negan said with a sigh as you passed a burned out car on the street, nodding back towards the bushes and trees beside the road that would hide you from any threat, alive or dead, that would easily spot you out in the open. “The road is faster”, you just heard Maggie say, and you were just about to speak up as you heard Alden say something that surprised you. “He’s right, the woods give us cover”, he agreed with Negan, gulping thickly as he bit down harshly to keep himself going and refrain from giving into his pain. A sigh fell from your lips your reached a curve in the road, hoping that Maggie would just give in and let the majority decide for fucking once before you saw her nod down the side of the road, at a path that lead down the hill and ended at a small, wooden church. “He needs to rest...Let’s get in there”, she said, nodding at Alden as he started to quickly shake his head. “No, we have to keep moving.” “No, you need a break”, she retorted and you actually found yourself agreeing with her, he’d actually needed a longer break a whole while ago and truthfully, so did the rest of you too. You didn’t argue her suggestion this time and stepped merely a few minutes later into the abandoned church, that was thankfully no sanctuary for some stray walkers and was only stacked with some wooden benches and a few shelves at its end. “Rest here for a while and then get back out”, Maggie grumbled as she helped Alden sit down on one of the benches on the right side of the church while you plopped down on the left side, close to one of the windows so you could keep a bit of a lookout, just to be sure and just to calm yourself a bit as well. Negan strolled over the squeaking wooden floorboards, picking up one of the old, torn up bibles that laid on the floor, huffing as he looked at it before he tossed it onto one of the shelves and looked over at Alden and Maggie. “I know what you’re thinking the answer is no”, she growled, narrowing her glance at Negan as he let out a deep sigh. “Well we cant keep going like this. He can’t keep going like this, not unless you change that plan of yours”, Negan said as he gestured towards her, “So you either gotta let us work up another plan that lets us take him with us, or-” “He’s right Maggie, I’m slowing you down”, Alden cut Negan off, only to be shut down by Maggie herself with a glare. “No, we’re fine”, she said shaking her head as she let herself fall next to Alden who was about to protest again. “Maybe now, but it’s gonna get worse. I’m dead weight.” Your eyes swayed from the blonde towards Negan who moved in to sit down next to you, shaking his head with an unnerved look on his face as she shifted over the worn down wood. “How’s your leg doing?” you mumbled, trying to direct the conversation towards something else for once as you nodded towards his thigh. “Better”, he mumbled, with a nod, looking up at you to give you a weak smile as his hand reached out to wrap around yours and give it a small, warm squeeze, while you could hear Maggie and Alden still discuss with one another, though you were trying to not put your focus on them right now. “Good”, you said, squeezing his hand back as you leaned yourself against the backrest, somehow trying to give your body some rest. “The supplies, Maggie, look at me the supplies are the only thing that matter now”, you heard Alden say, clearly defeated by now, “What if it doesn’t work what then-” “It’s not that easy”, she interrupted him, while you watched Negan’s glance scan over the windows and the dusk light that fell through it, a clear warning of the time that just kept on ticking. “The sun is going down, Maggie you have to make a decision”, Negan said, turning around to look at her as she stood up from her spot on the bench and glared at him through teary eyes. “Its easy for you isn’t it”, she spat as she stepped over towards your bench, without breaking glances with Negan once,”Being reckless with somebody else’s life. But you don’t get to decide who lives and who dies anymore.” You thought you didn’t hear right. You seriously thought you hadn’t correctly heard what she’d just said and as the realization kicked in that she truly meant it, your pulse started to go up. She was reckless. She had been ever since you left Alexandria. She was a reckless fucking hypocrite. You could feel your pulse pounding up in your throat again, fueling the fury within you. She’d become one of the very few people who managed to rattle you out of your usual levelheadedness and get your anger from 0 to 100, and that meant a lot. “Its your fault that we’re here, it’s your fault, because you destroyed everything we built”, she continued to spat, and that was it for you, that was a line that she’d overstepped and you weren’t gonna stay sitting here while she was insulting your husband. “You’re a fucking hypocrite”, you snapped, getting up on your feet as Negan’s hand tucked on yours. “Hey, it’s not worth it-” “No! She cant keep on treating you like shit”, you said, looking down at him, fully aware of the fat that if roles were reversed, you’d be the one tucking on his hand now to hold him back. It didn’t matter now though, it didn’t matter as you turned back around to glare at the woman in front of you. “He is being reckless with lives? Are you even listening to yourself? As far as I can remember were you the one who just let Gage die down in the metro without batting a fucking eyelash”, you said, as she stared at you with angrily furrowed brows, and hell, you weren’t done yet, you were just getting started. “You just need a scapegoat to put all the blame on because you can’t handle that those deaths that happened out here are on you. If Negan hadn’t done what he did, you wouldn’t have even had a community and people to come back to. Losing Hilltop would have happened with or without Negan, it wasn’t in his hands. Stop acting as if he went in there and put the place on fire all by himself. He was just there, and was forced to play along, shoot an arrow or two just so he could gain enough trust and kill that psycho bitch, so all those people could live...Hilltop was a painful loss that had to be taken so so the rest of us could live. You have no idea what we went through during that time and you have no fucking right to judge nor throw those things at him after he just saved your life, not once but fucking twice.” Silence. She didn’t say anything, mostly you thought, because she truly didn’t have anything to argue back with, and a part of her truly didn’t believe the things that she said. Just like Negan had suggested earlier. So instead of saying anything more she stomped back to the bench that Alden was still sitting on and sat down on it, huffing as she shook her head and stared out of the window to her right. “You still have to decide, Maggie”, you heard Negan’s voice echo through the church and just then Maggie started to stir again, grabbing her backpack and grasping supplies from its inside before she placed them next to Alden and with that, you knew that she’d made a decision. No new plan. And Alden had to stay behind. A barricaded door, a new bandage around Alden’s torso and about a half hour later, you finally slipped out of the church and stepped into the small field in its front, watching as Maggie said her goodbye’s to Alden until you’d hopefully come back, before a soft nudge on your arm made you turn around and look at Negan within the warm dusk light, that set a strong contrast to the exhaustive and eerie tension that was hanging in the air. “We’re gonna be fine, Sweetheart...one fuckin’ way or another, we’re gonna be fine”, Negan said as he caressed over your shoulder, forcing up a weak smile onto his lips as you slowly started to nod. You hoped that he was right. Fuck, he needed to be right.

TWD - Negan Imagine ~ “Hunted”

Imagine about the third episode of Season 11

Summary: After Negan and the Reader manage to escape the massacre, they are forced to team up with Maggie and Alden to fight the Reapers that are relentlessly hunting them.

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