despise - negan x reader

chapter xxvi - runaway

a few hours later, we finally run out of gas. we're in the middle of a run-down town, walkers are scarce and it looks like we could stay here. the radio went off every once in awhile, they were nowhere near us.

we'd need to put up walls but other than that, we'd be fine. i could stay in the preschool, brandon could stay where ever. the kids would be safe here.

"brandon," i say as i shake him awake, "what do you think about this place?"

"it's nice, but uh, i should probably tell you something."

"what?" i ask as my heart races.

"negan has an outpost just up the road, and like pretty much everywhere. we need to cross state lines, i don't think he's gotten that far."

"don't you think you should have told me this before we came up here?"

"i was sleeping," he tries to explain.

"whatever, go find gas. we've got to go. do you have a weapon?"

"i've got a gun, you?"

"yea, don't shoot unless it's necessary. we don't need any more walkers."

he nods his head as we climb out of the truck.

after searching for a bit, brandon yells. i run over to him, "what's wrong?" i ask before looking around. we're surrounded, men and women all point their weapons at us.

"drop 'em!" a man yells.

we lower our weapons and raise our hands. "who the hell are you and why are you here?"

"i'm b-brandon, that's y-y/n," brandon stutters.

"shut the hell up," i murmur, "now he's going to find us."

"who's he?" the man asks.

"just some guy we knew," i respond.

"any chance that guy is negan? these are our guns," a man says as he picks up the guns. both with a bat and barbed wire circling it carved into the handles.

"we just found those on the side of the road, we don't know any one named negan," i try to reason.

"oh really, let's try this radio out then," a girl from behind me says as she digs through the truck. "saviors compound 12, foresthill division. do you copy?"

"marci, that you?" negan's voice crackles through.

"yes, sir. think we found your escapees."

"keep 'em safe. we'll be there soon," he chuckles.

fuck. fuck. fuck. why can't my problems just work out? brandon eyes me worriedly, i send him a stern look. he needs to calm down.

now that i think of it, negan's probably going to kill him. my head hangs down at the thought, i'm responsible for yet another death.

well unless i tell them i forced him. put a gun to his head and made him come with me.

"let's go," marci says as she zipties my hands behind my back, then brandon's. "we'll find you a nice cell to sit in, i'm sure negan wouldn't mind. why did you run anyway? i know he told you about consequences."

"because." i pause, "traitors."

she raises her eyebrows as she pushes us into the van, "i know there's more to that story but, i don't have time for that shit."

at the compound...

we've been sitting in a dark room for about three hours, i'd told brandon what to say so he wouldn't be killed and nothing else. we'd both helped each other get our hands untied.