walking amongst the dead (TWD x reader)

Part 17

Y/N pov

'How long has it been?' I thought looking at Rosco remembering the day I found him all alone, abandoned by what? Humans.

I sighed listening to his claws scratching the floors of the sanctuary, it was like music to my ears keeping me grounded to reality and away from my own crazed mind. As of recently my mind has ben filled with many weird thoughts and emotions such as wanting to know if Daryl was okay.

Did he get to hill top? I didn't see him there if he wasn't there then where was he? Is he alive? is he eating well?

Why do I want to know that?

But I also found myself just thinking of him, his body, his hair, his eyes and his voice.... Man his voice was Hot. I felt my cheeks flush at the thought and decided to distract myself with some food. y stomach had be churning for days trying to tempt me into eating a saviour... anyone near me.

The halls were empty aside from the odd person who nodded my way or got down on one knee and I found myself thinking back to Fat joey 'How had no one found the body?' I thought. I let it in the open and it was obvious Daryl was missing so why had no one been down there to check... or better yet why had none of the guards who were meant to swap reported anything?

My mindless wondering was inturrupted by someone clearing their throat to which I turned and saw scar face.

"He knows it was you" 

Was all he said before smirking and walking towards me "Negan knowns you're a filthy beast that salivates at the sight of the living" I bit back any form of response just itching to hear the rest this slimy fucker had to say.

He stopped inches from my face making me glare up at him from the high difference "He knows you're a killer....  monster... filthy creature" He spat with venom taking a step back grinning "It's only a matter of time before he gets sick of you and kills you." 

With that he left leaving me to stand on my own in the halls staring at the spot he once was stood in.

He was wrong.

Negan was obsessed with me and wouldn't kill me, if he did he would be at a disadvantage in the war though Dwight was right about a few things I am a monster, a killer but I was not a filthy creature... that was humans... him.

A foul creature who lives off others for their own gain.... he was a leach... a parasite who needed to be eradicated. 

A traitor.

With that thought bedded into my mind I walked down the halls determined to get my next meal.

Negan pov

I held a tight grip on Lucile glaring down at the body in front of me and the empty cell.

"Negan... who do you think did it?" Simon asked looking up from the ground as he crouched over Fat joey with a grimace. I couldn't answer the question because I didn't know the answer there were many people who would kill him but they wouldn't open Daryl cell.

Who wanted to free him?

I tightened my grip, knuckles turning white glitching my jaw "I don't know.... but the fucker is gonna get it Ima fucking fuck shit up" I spat out turning round and heading to my room.

'Where is Y/N?'

I saw her dog on my way down here but no signs of her... or Dwight 'Is she plotting something? no she wouldn't... would she?' I sighed shutting my door behind me placing my bat against my bed and walking over to my desk.

'She hasn't eaten in a while.... I should get her something or not? God what are you doing to me Y/N?'

Y/N pov

I made it to my room picking up my bow and arrow and my skate board then finaly back pack filling it with everything important to me slinging it over my shoulder and clicking Rosco to follow me.

I clipped all my knifes to me along with some explosives 'I'm leaving' I thought shutting the doo with my husky at my feet.

I was lucky it was late, everyone was in bed or going to bed. My dark clothing blended in with the night as I scaled the chain link fence not sparing a glance back as I threw my board to the floor and jumped on it leaving the city.

Leaving the sanctuary.

Leaving my family at Alexandria.

My mind was getting the better of me, Dwight's words hurt me more than I like to admit more than I want to admit but I knew he was right. I should have never agreed to join Negan I should have stayed in my city.

My city.

My home.... that's where I'm going... home