Breathe || negan

• ch 4 •

Author POV

Negan lays on the forest floor for about 5 minutes before taking off his belt to make a tourniquet.

He ties it above his wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

The bullet hit one of his major arteries so he was bleeding a lot and fast.

Once the belt was in place, Negan fumbles for his walkie talkie.

He finds it and says, "Simon, Dwight, Laura, anybody?! I'm shot in the leg, goddammit, someone answer me!"

*crackle* "Boss? You're shot?" He hears Dwight.

"Yeah I'm fucking bleeding out, get over here!"

"Where you at?" *crackle*

"I'm about 200 yards east of the truck," Negan winces at the pain in his thigh.

"On our way,"

Negan drops his walkie talkie and falls back down, drifting in and out of consciousness.

After a while, distorted voices fill his ears.

"Holy shit, radio Carson!"

"Put pressure on it!"

"It's okay, boss, you'll be fine!"

"It won't stop bleeding!"

"Who the hell shot him?"

Negans eyes flutter open and he scans the room.

He recognizes it as the infirmary and starts to sit up in the bed.

"Whoa whoa, take it easy, boss," Dwight says, standing up and motioning for Negan to lie back.

Negan hadn't even noticed he was sitting next to his bed.

"How long was I out?" He asks, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Dwight sighs. "Almost two days," he sits back down.

"Jesus..." Negan mutters.

"What happened out there?" Dwight asked timidly.

"It was my fault, I was stupid.." He says quietly.

"Who shot you? Was it Rick the prick?"

"No it wasn't him, it was the woman David tried to rape. I was walking and I saw her and she told me that if I stepped any closer she's shoot me. Understandable, but then I was stupid and took a step," Negan rubs his head and sits up in the bed.

"So she shot you... and left you there?" Dwight looked a bit concerned.

"Yeah, asshat, as she should've," He replied.

Audrey POV

The sun was setting as I walked up to the Alexandria gates.

Tobin was on gate duty and he let me in. As I walked down my street, Rick caught up to me.

"Hey you alright?" He asks.

I suck in some air. "Yeah I'm fine.."

Rick stops and tilts his head a bit. "What?"

I do that awkward smile and say, "I might've done something that could be potentially bad for us,"

I was so scared. I could be banished from Alexandria. Or they could just hate me, which would be equally bad.
The whole plan of laying low and cooperating just got dicked because of me.

Rick looks around. "What'd you do?"

"I shot Negan," I spill and squeeze my eyes shut, waiting to be yelled at.

"Audrey you didn't..." He looks at me in disbelief. When I'm silent he asks, "He dead?"

I shake my head. "I shot him in the thigh, and they have hilltops doctor so he'll probably be ok,"

Rick inhales.

"Hey um, I know I fucked up, ok? But can I please go home and have a shower?" I plead.

Rick looks at me with wary eyes and finally nods.

I jog up my front steps and enter my house. Aaron and Eric were on the couch cuddling.

"Seriously? Do you have to shove my loneliness in my face?" I groan at them.

"Sorry," Aaron mumbles.

I head upstairs and shut the bathroom door behind me. I undress and get in the shower.

As I'm washing my body, my fingers trace over my old scars of my forearms.

I had an urge to cut right then, but I'm almost a year clean and I will not throw that away.

It took so much of me to not go get my knife, I started crying. In the shower.

I collected myself and got dressed. I stumble into my room and collapse onto my bed.

1 week time skip

Audrey's pov

I walk down the street with my rifle in my arms, headed towards the watch tower.

I'm almost there when Denise catches up to me.

"Hey," she smiles.

I return the smile. "Hey what's up?"

"Well I think you-know-who is supposed to come today," she said, adjusting her glasses. "so I just thought I'd see how you're doing,"

I patted her on the shoulder. "Thanks. I'm doing okay. In fact, today is 1 year of me being self harm free!" I grin at her.

Denise squeals and hugs me. "I'm so proud of you, Audrey. Really,"

The hug breaks and I climb up the ladder. Rosita nods at me and I take over watch.

After about two hours of watching, the trucks pull up. Negan opens the passenger door of the truck in front and gets out with a slight limp.

He grind at me and hollars up, "hey beautiful, open the gate up for us would ya?"

I stare at him blankly and give Eric the signal to open the gate.

The trucks enter and the gate closes again. I watch the saviours set out towards houses and then go back to watch duty.

Soon enough I hear someone climbing up the ladder. A blonde woman comes into view, with her hair tightly tied back in a low bun, exposing a neck tattoo.

"Can I help you?" I ask slowly.

"Yeah, I'm Laura," She has her hand on her holster. "I've been told to come bring you to the sanctuary,"

My chest suddenly tightens. My thoughts are a mess. I can't go to the sanctuary. I need my meetings with Denise. I need my meds. I need Aaron and Sasha. Plus, from Daryl and Jesus' description of their holding cells and torture, I would most definitely not be able to handle it. I suddenly realized I hadn't spoken in like five minutes.

"You can have time to pack," Laura shrugs her shoulders.

I look at her. "Pack?"

She nods. "Yep. Pack clothes, soap whatever,"

I'm so confused. Why would they let a prisoner pack?

I know there's no way this scenario pans out with me staying so I climb down the ladder and speed walk to Denise' office.

I quickly explain the situation and she starts fumbling through her cabinets.

"Okay," Denise turns around with three pills bottles. "This one is a second bottle of your usual meds. This one is a prescription I meant to mention at our next session, it helps with flashbacks. And this one," She holds up the smallest bottle and shakes it. There's only one pill in it. "If something goes on and you have no way out, this is it. It takes about 20-30 minutes for it to take effect and it's totally painless."

I take the bottles and hug her. "Thank you," She hugs me back. "For everything,"

I stuff the pills into my jacket pocket and head back to my house.