Jeffrey Dean Morgan Imagines ~on hold~

♡ Complete Once Again ~ Negan ♡

You were up in Massachusetts visiting your family when the world went to hell. You lived with your fiancé Negan Smith in Virginia. The last contact that you had with him was your last phone call.

"Hello? Hello?! Y/N where are you? Can you hear me?" You can hear the fear in Negans voice as he choked on his words, you could hear people screaming in the background.

"Negan, baby I'm here! What is going on?" You said looking outside seeing a beautiful day and children playing in the street.

"Baby you need to lock all your windows and doors! NOW!" You jumped up as you heard the panic in his voice and made sure your whole family is inside, locking everything that could be an entrance or an exit to the house. Your mom turned on the news seeing that the US was on official lockdown and that everyone was to remain inside at all times. You could see people eating other people, blood was all over the place.

"Negan what is going on?" You said almost in shock not believing what was on the TV.

"I have no idea but I'm coming up there. I-I don't know how I'd get there but I swear I will find you!" You heard him zipping up a bag and running around the house.

"No Negan! Stay there! I will come find you!" The line started to go staticky. "Negan? Negan can you hear me?!"

"Bab...y... Y/N... I love y...ou! I will f...find you!" The line went silent.

You thought back to it, tearing up. You didn't know where he was, or even if he was alive. All your neighbors had left and gone to the government facilities thinking it was safer than being at home. Luckily your brother had a heads up about all of this madness and he went out buying a good few month's worths of food, water, and other needed materials to survive. You kept all the lights off and border up the windows and doors, the only way in or out of the house was through the basement door. There was this same truck driving by up and down your street, at first it wasn't a big deal, as the dead would roam by they would kill them so they wouldn't come close to your house, but over the past few days they've been slowing down watching your house as they drove by. You knew it wasn't safe outside and you've seen the things, people were doing to other people, and not just the dead. You decided you wanted to go to bed early one night since it was now colder out and you'd rather be asleep before it gets too cold. 

You wake up to screams being followed by gunfire. You freeze. You feel as everything around you moves in slow motion. The door bursts open to show a shadow man. He's tall and muscular. He quickly grabs you hitting you in the head with something hard, metal, and cold. 

You wake up seeing a bright light directly in your eyes, you try to move your hands in front of your eyes and realize they are strapped to a chair. You look around trying to get your hands loose. A tall man walks in chuckling once he sees you struggling. 

"Don't even bother trying sweetheart, you'll have no luck!" He says in a deep raspy voice.

"Who are you? Where is my family?" You think back to the screams and gunfire you heard.

"Oh, well sweetheart I'm sorry to say but they're all dead." He laughs as your body goes cold and you feel a dark hole in your body deepen as tears fill your eyes. "Come on sweety you're beautiful! You're my new toy! I know you'll like it here like everyone else!" He walks behind you. "Now, since your my new favorite toy, I want to show you off!" He puts something over your nose and mouth as you try to get free you start to feel dizzy, and fuzzy and everything goes black.