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Warning: Swearing, mentions of suicide (NO SPOILERS I HAVEN’T EVEN SEEN THE EPISODE) And this is my first one-shot/request
Description: Loosely based on event that happened in the new episode. Teenage girl OC gets stuck in trailer with Negan. Forcing them to meet and talk. And possibly form an escape plan? the OC is based on my character in my Fanfiction Just Gone, though she is a little older in this. For those who don’t read my fanfiction, it’s not needed, this was random and she wasn’t called by any name.
After slamming the door behind him, Negan was surprised to see an undead face. The girl was definitely surprised to see him. The girl was wearing khaki coloured sweatpants and sweatshirt with A painted on her front, and her feet were bare. She was young, he guessed no older than seventeen
“Found a place to hideout, huh?”
She only stared.
“Relax I ain’t gonna give you shit for hiding out from this mess. I don’t remember seeing you around.”
“I’m on the fence.”
“Well I guessed that, still don’t remember you.”
“How often do you look at us on the fence?”
“True enough, you got me there. But I don’t remember you at Alexandria.”
“Probably because I was here.”
She looked up at the skylight, than over to the window.
He chuckled slightly, noticing where he eyes were going, “no point in climbing up there. We’d still be surrounded. Better to wait it out.”
She shook her head, staring out the window. “I’m not waiting anything out. Some were already around after I came in, more followed after you came in. And the more Walkers that come by join their friends. Waiting for them to give up would take too long, they’ll break the door or windows before they’d give up.”
“Please, they’re not that smart.”
She turned her head and narrowed her eyes at him, “I never said they were smart. Enough of their banging and pushing, bound to break down something. I’ve seen enough to know a horde of them can take down whatever.”
Negan’s 1eyebrows raised slightly as he seemed to ponder her words. Then he ran a hand over his stubble, nodding slightly. She took a few steps away and ran her hand over the wood paneled wall.
“Well, you got a plan, sweetheart? Ain’t much we can do in here.”
“Yeah,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she thought it over staring at the wall.
“Well, lay it on me, get us the fuck outta here.”
She turned to him suddenly, snapped out of her trance. She shook her head.
“No? You got a plan or not?”
“Then we’d both get out,” she shook her head again.
“That’s the point.”
“No. Both of us would get out. Maybe make it alive.”
“The hell am I missing here?”
Her eyes met his fully. Something in her expression turned dark and angry, “you’d get out.”
He narrowed his eyes at her and tilted his head, “what, you gonna kill me?”
“I can make a bunch of noise, agitate them more. Then they’ll get in and rip you apart.”
“Newsflash, they’d rip you to shreds too. You want to die?”
She shrugged, turning back to the window.
He smirked and let out a scoff, “well, holy fucking shit. You do. Perfect, I get stuck in here with a suicidal, emo teenager. What the hell, a second ago you were hatching a fucking escape plan, now you’d rather die.”
“I didn’t say I wanted to die. I just don’t really care.”
“C’mon, kid. Can’t end your story just yet, not when it’s getting so fucking interesting.”
“Actually I think you dying would be the most impactful event of the story.”
“You’d really kill yourself to kill me? Isn’t that a bit counterproductive?”
She shook her head, “don’t see how it would be. A lot of people are trying to do it. I’d be doing them a favor. Maybe they’ll make me a statue.”
He glared at her as a silence washed over them. After a few moments his voice contorted in anger and he took a menacing step toward her. With his presence drawing closer she looked at him once again, her body tensed as it propelled itself into fight or flight mode.
“You know what will happen when you die? Wanna know the sad, sick reality? You won’t get a statue, you won’t even get a fucking funeral. You’ll just be a name on a long list of dead people, a name that’ll probably be forgotten pretty fucking quick. No one will care what you did or why you did it.”
She shrugged, “I know how the world works. I know a lot of people on that list. And yeah, maybe I’ve forgotten the names of some. But there is a few that will never leave my head. And maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll be one of those names in someone else’s head. Or I’m not, tough shit. I’ll be too busy being dead to care.”
“You fucking suicidal?”
“I don’t know, maybe. I’d rather not die, but I don’t care much if I do. I don’t really have a choice in the matter anyway, might as well accept it.”
“But you can choose this time.”
“No. Even if I get us out of here, you’ll probably kill me, and even if they don’t tear that door down and we’re stuck in here, you’ll probably still kill me.”
“And why do you say that?”
“Probably because I’m being disrespectful and I called you an asshole.”
“You didn’t call me an asshole.”
“Kinda just did, or implied I did. Or I would, I dunno. I’m getting lost now. Haven’t talked this much in a while.”
“And why’s that?”
“I work on the fence and I have a cell. You think anyone wants me talking?”
“Point taken,” he said as his expression went neutral, “How about this, you get us out of this damn trailer and I’ll find a way to get you off the fucking fences. Sound good?”
“And keep me in the cell instead? No thanks. Fence isn’t too bad, compared to what you did to other people. What you did to Daryl. Least I know how to handle Walkers.”
“What do you know about what I did to Daryl?”
“People talk, I saw him around. I know him, and he looks like shit.” She paused, “well looked like shit. Not sure how he looks now, probably a lot better.”
Negan was beginning to feel agitated. He clenched his teeth, “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll have him back and you can see exactly how he’s doing.”
Her lip turned upward into a snarl as she glared daggers at the older man. What he said had clearly snapped something inside her. He almost smiled, liking that he’d gotten to her so easily.
She raised both her fist and started pounding on the wall. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened, he was about to step forward and grab her. She smacked the window with her elbow as Negan dropped Lucille and grabbed the girl by the arms. What he did allowed her to take advantage and give herself momentum to bring her bare foot up and drive it into the window, shattering it.
Negan felt himself falling back and dropping her in shock.
“What the fuck! You’re going to get us killed!”
“And I hope it fucking hurts,” she practically growled at him, lying on the floor.
“Jesus, you’re fucking dark.”
“Might have something to do with you bashing Glenn’s head in.”
He grabbed Lucille turned to her about to start screaming at her, he even raised Lucille wanting to scare her. But he froze when he saw tears falling from her eyes. She sat herself up and wiped them away. He lowered Lucille and sighed. Negan turned to the broken window, the Walkers were definitely more riled up after that. One had almost both its arms in, trying its best to crawl in. He used Lucille and wacked the Walker so it fell. He knew the pressure from the rest of them would break the remainder of the window soon.
He turned back to the girl who was sitting on the floor, he saw that the foot she used to kick the window was bleeding in a few different places.
“Listen, I know you don’t want to fucking die. You wouldn’t still be alive if you did. What you just did doesn’t leave us any time, we have to get the fuck out of here. You got a fucking plan, say it now.”
She lifted her her head, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wet. “Fuck you.”
“I’ll leave Daryl the fuck alone, that what you want? No matter what happens with Rick the Prick nothing will touch your precious fucking Daryl.”
She didn’t respond.
“And I’ll get you off the fence and out of the cell. I’ll have your foot get looked at no points or shit needed.”
Her expression softened, she was considering like he knew she would. He was sure the girl didn’t want to get herself killed for him. But she didn’t agree yet.
“You realise with the shit Rick is pulling I can’t just fucking let you go.”
She gave a little nod before standing up, holding her hand out to him, “I need your knife.”
He scoffed, “so you can stab me or yourself?”
“I don’t need the knife to do either of that. There’s glass from the window and the walkers can do just fine.”
“Once again, point taken,” Negan gave her his knife from his belt.
She took it from him and before anything else could be said, she began stabbing the wood paneled wall.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Negan exclaimed.
She didn’t answer, only continued for another minute or two. Every so often Negan had to knock a Walker from the window. She stopped and put the knife on the floor, “I need the bat.”
“Excuse me?”
“I need the bat.”
“You wanna tell me what the fuck the plan is?”
She sighed and reached for Lucille herself, he didn’t stop her, he let her take Lucille. He watched her with curiosity as she raised the end of Lucille’s handle and pushed it into the several holes in the wall. He could hear the wood breaking away as the girl dug the handle into the wall.
“You going to answer me?”
She handed Lucille back to him and began to use her hands to rip away the wood, then she used her hand and pulled a pink fluffy substance from the wall.
“These things have insulation,” she showing him and he took the piece from her. “It’s flammable.”
“You’re going to burn us the fuck down.”
She shook her head, “I’m going to burn them down, and maybe the porch.”
Negan took a moment before he started to understand the plan. She began pulling as much of the pink insulation from the wall and tossing it out the window, maneuvering her hand away from the closest Walker. Most of the pieces she threw ended up on the porch. She continued until there were many pieces close together, even throwing a few pieces of the wood panel out.
“Okay, so how do we start the fucking fire?”
She looked at him and he saw concern wash over her face.
“Promise I won’t be in trouble.”
He rolled his eyes, “honey, you get us the fuck out of here no repercussions whats so ever. Fuck, even with whatever the hell they brought you here for.”
She nodded before reaching into the pocket of her sweat pants and pulling out several matches.
“Where the fuck did you get those?”
“One of your guys dropped a bunch and missed a few,” she claimed, not meeting his eyes. “Thought they’d be useful at some point.”
“Smart thinking,” he said before walked a few more walkers away from the window.
“I uh, I need your shirt.”
“My shirt?”
“I need something that’ll catch fire fast and I can throw, if I use insulation the fire would go out before hitting the ground, I need something bigger.”
“Use your shirt.”
“Your assholes took all of my clothes. And by all I mean everything.”
“You mean there’s nothing …” he trailed off looking her up and down. He cleared his throat and took his jacket off, then took his white shirt off and put his jacket back on.
She nodded in thanks, “now break or open the skylight. The fires gonna be near the door its our only way out.”
He went and stood on the tablet,using Lucille to break open the light.
“Wait,” he stopped himself. “How’re you lighting the match?”
“With the other matches,” she answered before throwing his shirt on her shoulder. He squinted his eyes to watch as she held a few matches in one hand gathered together, red tips touching. She held one match in the other hand and twisted it fast against the other matches, it took a few tries but soon the match ignited. She quickly grabbed his shirt, holding it in front of her and lighting it aflame. She placed her hand on the forehead of the Walker trying to get in and pushed it away with all her might. The she threw the shirt out the window, aiming it at the insulation on the porch. It landed where she needed it to and the rest caught fire.
Negan hand broken the skylight and was kneeling on the table, holding both hands in front of him, his fingers laced together.
“Hop up, giving you a boost,” he said when he noticed her skeptical gaze. She hesitated for a moment.
“Want me to leave you here?”
She shook her head and climbed on the table, allowing him the boost her up the the ceiling. She climbed, through the skylight and onto the roof. When she was up she reached down and attempted to help him up as much as possible.
“Want me to live now?”
“You’re gonna get out without me, might as well get on your good side.”
He laughed and climbed up. Together they looked over to see the fire had spread onto some of the Walkers clothing attracting more of them in that direction. Looking on the opposite side of the trailer, it was much more clear.
“We can make it through that,” he said and began to climb down off the trailer, taking Lucille with him. He had to make a good jump, hurting his ankles slightly. He reached up for the smaller girl, “your turn.”
She didn’t want to jump into the man’s arms, but she had no time to waste. He helped her down, she was surprised he did. Together they ran and he led her to a locked door. So he began banging on it.
“There’s supposed to be someone at every fucking door in a crisis.”
A second later the door swung open.
“Negan!” The young man exclaimed, letting both of them in.
“Sir, everyone’s looking-”
“-shut the fuck up!” Negan leaned against the wall, panting. “That trick with the matches, where’d you learn that?”
“From one of the names I’ll never get out of my head.”
“Sir, do you need me to take the prisoner back to the cells?” The other man asked.
Negan shook his head, “Fuck no. She stays with me. I think I might have some use for her.”
She found herself wondering if she did the right thing by saving both their lives.
Just Gone - The Dixon's (on Wattpad) No one knows her name, her age, or anything else about her. She was found on the side of the highway after the bombing of Atlanta, abandoned by her father. She won't talk much, and definitely won't reveal her name. She isn't comfortable around these people. Though the little girl has never met them personally, she knows the Dixons. They're speech and mannerisms are familiar to her. When she approaches the brother one day asking for a favor, Merle takes interest in the girl. But out of all people in the camp reaching out to her, why is this orphan seeking refuge with the rednecks? I have this posted on Fanfiction.net under the same name. I DO NOT OWN THE WALKING DEAD OR IT'S CHARACTERS, just my main OC and her dad
Daryl Dixon ➵ Roommate (TWD) - Introduction (on Wattpad) Several bodies are found in the area of a small town. In this town lives Daryl, the killer of all those people. The investigation goes on, the profile is made, and now the police and the FBI look for a specific type, a loner type, ... Daryl's type. He decides to find himself a roommate in an attempt to mislead the police. Let's see how that will turn out for him. AU pre-apocalypse horror story. Obviously very OOC Daryl. The story is so AU you can read it even if you are not a fan of The Walking Dead. Rated M for a good reason, violence, foul language, adult content, it's all there, consider yourself warned. Beta: @WheresMyPenn (aka scriptor412)
Dead Silent - Chapter 1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/466421107-dead-silent-chapter-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=WheresMyPenn&wp_originator=SeohRt%2FXolf4Vwsmg%2FvbQQ0hvu9dECJEqVZDKLH7q28cNqKVQyTftw8iKTOQbf6ighgTGP1WibeemaFK5RBtNxS9kjrt4iVw2sdAdolj%2F6Z83KLORD30bBq4uW5WVF%2BV Negan meets a mute girl in Alexandria. She naturally hates his guts, but will she warm to him, loveable asshole that he is.
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