#will be lemon

[attackon-jay]

“Savior”

I was bored in history and Negan is who I turn to, to daydream and I started writing this piece. I don’t know if it will go anywhere or if I should continue it but I thought I’d try. 

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“Fucking find her!” the voice was muffled from the combines of the pantry I shoved myself into. Couldn’t this asshole leave me alone? I already have a nasty slash in my leg and he made me run so much I’m practically drooling blood. Feeling the need to cough, I quickly choked it back and covered my mouth with my hands. If he’s this butt-hurt about me slipping away he’s gotta be on high alert.

‘What the hell was that??’ I wanted to scream from frustration. There was a light scratching sensation from where my pants ride up. Mice don’t bother me. The tickling is my concern. I flip out from that shit. I hate it. I’m just praying that the little fucker will stay put and not travel any further up my leg.

BANG! So much for that. I cradled my already fucked up leg as I fucked it up more from flinching in the tight space when the mouse hit the wrong spot.The bastard outside started laughing and I then heard his heavy footsteps approaching.There were three knocks from what I’m assuming is his signature weapon. I stayed completely still as if he was a dinosaur and that was my only chance of survival.

“Oh sweetheart, do not make me have to knock again.” My eyes instinctively rolled. His demeanor drives me crazy. He’s incredibly pompous and egotistical thinking he’s hot shit. Not to say the man's not attractive but he doesn’t need to jerk himself off in front of everyone constantly.

I sighed and opened the door. There was no getting out of it, my little mouse friend ruined any chance I had. I was met with his smug grin and a hand extended out to me. His eyebrows raised in anticipation. Mumbling a half assed thanks I grabbed his hand and stood up. Pain shot through my leg and I gasped, shutting my eyes. I let out a breath through my mouth, cracked my neck from side to side, and met his glance finally.

“Alright, you got me. Now what?” His grin turned to an all knowing smirk and I grew uneasy as his hand squeezed mine.

“I save you.”

[fntbianca]

Grass of Eden

[attackon-jay]

“Savior” - Chapter 2

Ahhhh, I’m so sorry this has taken so long to get out! It’s just been hectic and ya know, all the other excuses out there. But I am really enjoying writing this so there will be an actually story. I won’t throw it to the waste side. Shout-out to the first person who wanted to be tagged, @neganscherryblue ! I hope ya like it! 

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You know when you store things in your brain to specifically remember later but when the time comes you can’t? Yep, I forgot all my little landmarks to get me back to the cabin house I made my own. Fuck me I guess. I can’t stop though. I won’t be controlled. I won’t go with Negan or anyone for that matter. It’s been just me for so long I don’t know any other way anymore and I’m not eager to relearn.

The sound of a car fast approaching filled my ears and I immediately darted into the woods and sped the fuck up. Yeah, try driving your scrawny ass car through these trees buddy. My “victory” was short lived when I stopped and quickly hid behind a tree. There was a herd of the dead up ahead that thankfully hadn’t seen me before I saw them. I caught my breath quietly and looked around as inspiration for something to help me. There was a decently sharp stick on the ground that I grabbed out of desperation. At the very least I could get a good slice in.

A stray corpse walked closer to me and I made quick work of taking it down and falling with it as silently as we could manage. When I was sure we were out of sight of the herd, I started gutting the bastard. Now this shit does not smell the best nor is it sanitary by any means, but it fucking works.

“Dammit,” I muttered as I remembered I was currently shirtless and had plenty of open scratches covering my torso. There was no way I could risk getting infected. So instead, I got up with the stupid little stick now drenched in infected blood and started making my way through the woods. I got a good couple of miles in before I was suddenly wrapped in a leather jacket and pulled up against a large figure. One hand held my two in place as the other kept me quiet.

“I got you once, think I can’t do it again?” I could hear the stupid smirk on his face in his words. Why the hell was I so important to this jackass? He’s got an army! The fuck am I gonna contribute? He zipped up his jacket around me and used the belt that belonged to the jacket to gag me and his pants belt to wrap me up and secure me.

We began walking back the way we came and I just accepted my fate this time. He’s not a very patient guy and he’s seemingly going easy on me considering I clocked him and ran. He didn’t have the right to kidnap me anyways but in Negan’s twisted mind, he did. I sighed and began shivering slightly as a cool breeze gusted. With my lack of shirt and leather jacket combo I was prone to be cold. Negan not only took notice but took me by surprise when he wrapped an arm around me and held me close to him. I decided not to claim it as a sweet gesture but self-preservation. He’s in a t-shirt, he’s probably fucking chilly too.

We got to the car without much trouble, a couple of rogue corpses that Negan and Lucille took care of. He turned to me at the passengers door and looked at me in a little too much of a condescending way.

“Can I trust you now, little girl?” I growled at the choice of name. I could put up with a lot of his dumb pet names but that one? Not that fucking one.

“Careful how you respond…” He practically sang, trailing off with his famous, shit eating grin. I fought the urge to roll my eyes and simply nodded. I jerk my head to the side and adjusted my jaw when the godforsaken belt was finally out. Negan shoved me in the car without undoing his second belt, barricading my torso. He settled in the drivers seat after placing Lucille between us, barbed wire facing up. The car door shut with a bang.

“Now... what the hell do I do with you?” For the first time, Negan’s voice made me nervous. He was genuinely displeased in not in the fucking hilarious way I knew he wouldn’t actually have done jackshit about. This tone... this tone was something to keep my guard up for.

[attackon-jay]

“Savior” - Chapter 1

So my little prologue to my Negan fanfic did pretty good! I’m yet again bored in class and spat out a second part. I realize it’s a short chapter. I thought it was a good stopping place but if anyone would like a longer second chapter I’d be happy to oblige. I’m not very experienced in writing so bear with me lol. Okay, I’m done rambling. 

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“You’re really just gonna sit there with that sour look on your face the whole ride?” Yes. Yes I was going to do just that. As I continued to stare blankly out the windshield I made a mental note of anything that stood out, like a fallen tree. These things were mentally sorted into a list to find my way back when I manage to get the fuck away from wherever the hell we were going.

Negan began tapping on the steering wheel in an annoyed manner after I didn’t reply. I may have been acting like I wasn’t paying attention to jackshit but I’m no fool. My head stayed forward but I watched out of the corner of my eye for surveillance anytime the fucker made a move. In doing so I managed to make out that Negan had only brought Lucille with him, his beloved baseball bat. No guns, no quick action to take on an escapee. I smirked as not only an idea came to mind but his tapping on the wheel sped up.

“Listen doll, you need to learn very quick. Speak when you’re spoken too.” There was a shift to his voice that sent shivers down my spine. I would never dare show this visibly. A part of me wanted to listen to him, desperate for some sort of human connection again. The part of me that remembered why I felt a sense of belonging in this apocalyptic world was louder. Society had fallen and I was grateful for it. I was always rejected by society and this felt like some sort of cosmic justice and living for no one but me was my reward. I had to get away.

The tapping on the steering wheel ceased and was replaced by Negan’s iron grip. My nervousness grew slightly as I realized I could very well be making this worse for myself if I couldn’t get away. He may have said he doesn’t hurt women but he’s also said he can’t let anyone get away with breaking his rules. With his superiority complex it was almost impossible to keep track of what his rules were. Not to mention I’m not even one of his people. I know next to nothing besides what a fucking dick he can be.

The car came to an abrupt stop and I jerked forward, almost banging myself off the dashboard from lack of a seat belt. I composed myself and recognized that this was my chance. Before the dead took over I was always one to wait until last minute to do something and by then, it was too late. You can’t afford that wimpy bullshit now. Before Negan could even begin to speak, my formed fist swung and struck him in the throat. He gasped for air and his eyes widened as I quickly spun around and opened the car door. I was pulled by the back of collar of my tank top before I could even step foot outside. 

“Fucking shit!” I choked and struggled to bend down. I lifted my pant leg and reached into my boot to pull out my hidden pocket knife. This was all I had as Negan’s men took the rest of my weapons in a separate truck that went a different direction than we did. I used the knife to cut off my shirt from the bottom to the top and ran for it in only an old sports bra and sweats.