walking amongst the dead (TWD x reader)

Part 1

Y/N pov

When the world went to shit, I made sure to get my arse out of the military and into the cities so I could never be found. It's been 6 years and I am still in the same city only I don't fear the walking dead.

I am one of them.

Wondering the streets on my skateboard, bag on my back and hood up with music playing while the mindless monsters bump into me every now and then leaving me to do as I please. It was a curse and a blessing, no pain, huge hunger, no real emotions, heightened senses. Sighing I stopped my board and took in a deep breath of the air around me.

Something living.

I hurried to my feet and ran round the corner seeing a group of trucks coming my way 'Why are people now coming into my city? I felt a growl erupt from my throat and walkers all around me began charging at them, trying to rip them limb from limb. I just stood there staring as they passed, locking eyes with a man with a beard and a bat.

'Please keep going' I thought hopping back onto my board and heading in their direction making sure to swerve in and out of broken limbs and blood splattered on the floor.

My hood came down from the air hitting my face, but my face mask stayed up blocking the smell of the infected 'Hungry' I licked my lips when I saw them stop and get out once behind fences, locking eyes with the man from before who smirked as I tilted my head to the side staring a hole into his head with my white glossed over eyes.

'Why are you here?' I thought skating off into an alley and climbing the ladder so I could watch from the roof 'guns... lots and lots of guns' I smirked under my mask and reached into my bag getting my sling shot out and picking up a small rock from the floor. Aiming at the man's head as he began looking for something or someone, fire. It hit him in the back of the head, it wasn't hard, but it got his attention to me. I gave a small wave and nodded watching him swing his bat into an oncoming walker and grin at me 'Why are you here?' I thought again gripping the ledge making my knuckles turn white. 

"You coming down?!"

I didn't reply but made my way back to the ladder I climbed 'I think I will go find Rosco' I thought hopping back on my board and skating back to the main road where I felt his eyes on me as I road through the sea of the dead, not one of them trying to kill me.

'He has questions' 

I soon found Rosco right where I left him, Rosco is my dog. He is a husky and knowns to stay close to me or away from them. I smiled under my mask and pet his fur watching his tail wag he jumped on me making me fall "Down boy" I whispered as to not draw the attention of the others towards my companion.

I was walking side by side with Rosco, pushing walkers away and guiding them towards the city center not noticing the group of people watching me. I heard his growling and looked his way letting my eyes wonder to his line of sight seeing him. Again.

His cocky grin and his wooden bat.

'Why are you here?' I thought again looking for an opening to get away "Can you come here?!" I nodded and skated over to the group of people making sure to keep all walkers away from Rosco.

"Who are you?" He asked grinning at me and glancing at Rosco and running his tongue over his teeth "Y/N... you?" 

"Well, I'm Negan! What you doing in the city all alone?" 

I glanced to Rosco and then the dead "I'm not alone" He raised a brow and nodded to one of his men who began inching towards me, I let a growl out my mouth and the dead behind me began focusing their attention on then limping towards us.