His Savior || Negan

Chapter One

Jordyn's POV

I was seventeen when the world went to hell. My parents and I got seperated maybe a few weeks after this all started. We were apart of a smaller group, maybe twenty people or so. The leader was a bitch, he couldn't stand any sort of blood or gore. 

A decent size group of walkers ran through our set up and everyone got pushed in different ways, I lost sight of my parents. I spent damn near two weeks looking for them, I physically couldn't handle looking anymore. I spent some time wondering around. 

By the time I wondered my way into Georgia I had already turned eighteen. Atlanta more specificly is where I ended up, I was traveling in the woods near Interstate eighty-five. I figured the woods would be my safer option, more coverage, more hiding spots from the dead or people. 

I heard a branch snap, I walked backwards not looking behind me, and I smacked right into something hard. By something, I meant someone. I smacked into someones hard ass chest and fell right onto my ass. "Fuck!" I yelped out. "Shit! Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing?!" the man with a crossbow yelled. 

"Jordyn, who the hell are you?" I asked. "Daryl, you alright?" he asked. I nodded, "Im sorry, I didn't mean to slam into you. Just passing through" I mumbled. Daryl extended a hand out to me and pulled me off my ass. 

"You look young, are you alone?" He asked. "Im eighteen. I am alone. I had a group, my parents too. A herd stormed through and pushed us out, I was separated from my folks and just started hoping around." I replied. 

"Come with me, I need help finding a little girl. Her names Sophia, shes missin' if you're interested I'll talk to Rick, our leader and see if you can stay" Daryl said. "Anything is better than roaming around exhausted." I smiled. 

We spent almost all damn day combing those woods for that little girl. There was zero sign of her and I was exhausted, I couldn't handle anymore for the day and Daryl noticed that. "Come on, we'll try again tomorrow"

"Daryl who the hell is this?" A man asked, holding a gun at me. "Rick, relax. She's alright, she was out helpin me search for Sophia." Daryl said, Rick lowered his gun and just looked at me. I yawned and stuck my hand out to shake his, "Im Jordyn Grey. Originally from Virginia, eighteen years old and been on my own for quite awhile." 

"You're just a kid. I have three questions for you first. How many walkers have you killed? How many people have you killed? Why?" Rick asked. 

I sighed, I couldn't tell him the truth, not yet. "I lost count of the walkers after fifty. I've killed two people, and they both deserved it. Both of them tried to hurt me, one tried to kill me and the other tried to touch me. So I killed them." 

"Shit, I'm sorry kid. You're more than welcome to stay with us. I have a young kid of my own I cant just let you go back out there alone." Rick smiled, I nodded ready to pass the hell out from exhaustion. 

But that is how I met Rick and the others, the story of how I became part of their family. It nags me to this day knowing I couldve prevented what happened in Virginia, but I chose to stay quiet and not tell them the secret I'd been hiding. 

Over the next couple of months we faced a great deal of absolute bullshit. We joined Hershel and his family on their farm for awhile, then we found out the truth about the little girl we searched for. Lori, Rick's wife, spilled her guts about what was going on with her and Shane. We had to leave the farm once that hoard of walkers overran it. We were on the road for sometime trying to find a new place to call home.

Rick and Daryl stumbled upon the prison, which became home for awhile. Well until the Governor decided that Woodbury wasn't enough for him, he was a greedy bastard who couldn't stand us being alive. When the prison fell, we were back on the road again. 

Back at the prison is when I started sleeping with Daryl, I know it probably seems wrong given the age gap between us, but we didn't care, nobody did. The fucking world went to hell for fucks sake. It was just causal sex, nothing more and nothing less. 

I was just shy of my ninteenth birthday when the shit with the Governor hit the fan. I didn't say anything to anyone, simply because it didn't matter.  My birthday had become just another day. Any birthday is a big deal and always celebrated, but what's the point when your family is all dead? Your parents are missing, maybe dead. Whats the point in celebrating such a thing when it's just you and the worlds gone to hell?

We spent quite a bit of time on the road, and up until we found Beth and met Noah we didnt really have a plan. Noah mentioned that he was from Virginia too and that there's a chance his community is still going. RIck suggested we go and check it out, see if maybe its still standing and if its a good and secure community, the thought of stepping even a toe over the Virginia state line made my stomach churn. There was no way in hell I'd go back. 

However, I dont think I'd ever tell them why I refuse to step foot in Virginia again. At least not yet, its too soon to try and relive that again. The hell I suffered, the cards I was dealt I'd never wish that on anyone. Maybe I'd tell them one day, but that day is most certainly not fucking today.