Seduction of the Damned

Daylight and Walking Dead

TW: Brief discussion of abuse

Present Day

Victoria's POV: 

"Fucking shit!" I muttered under my breath as the papers flew out of my hands. Why was I such a clumsy ditz? 
I sighed and crouched down to pick them up. They were inventory reports from the storage units. That was my job. I took note of all inventory and made note of what was running low and what we had enough of. It wasn't fun but it kept me busy and earned me a place here. 

As I scooped up the last of the sheets, I felt eyes on me. I glanced up and noticed Negan looking me up and down. My heart skipped a beat and I blushed. There was no denying the man was attractive, but he was also terrifying. I've seen some of the things he's done to people who disobey his orders. 

I shiver slightly at the thought and notice he's still watching me, smirking. My heart jumps slightly and I flash him a quick smile and scurry off hoping he doesn't follow me and reprimand me for being such a clumsy fool.

I take the papers back into the little house that I called home. Sighing deeply I set the papers down on the counter and make my way to the bathroom. I leaned over my sink and turned the water on, it dribbled out and stopped. 

"You're fucking kidding!" I say out loud. I stare into the mirror and contemplate my shit luck. My eyes land on the scar that's hidden under my hair and I cringe slightly, rubbing my fingers over it. It's long been healed but the memory remains of that night.

~~~~ Flashback ~~~~

My eyes flutter open at the searing pain I feel on my head and also something else, someone touching me. I turn my head and see the most gorgeous man staring at me. He quickly straightens up and smiles widely.

"Good morning beautiful!" He says, his voice is deep and melodic in its own way. 

I blink my eyes and look around Where the fuck am I? Who was this guy??

I open my mouth to ask questions but all that comes out is a dry cough. The man hands me a bottle of water which I drink down as fast as I can. 

"Woah woah, slow down sweetheart or you're gonna be seeing that water again in a few minutes."  He smirks playfully as he takes the bottle from my hands. I know he's right but I was so parched.

He places the bottle on the night stand and helps me sit up. "Before you ask, you're safe. This place is called the Sanctuary and I'm the leader. Negan's the name but you can call me Sir." 

The smirk on his face has turned into a full blown smile now. I can see the sarcasm dripping from his expression and he shoots me a quick wink. I blush and look away from him. The room is a good size and it resembles a modernized cabin. It's actually quite pretty.

My hand reaches up to my head which is still pounding. My eyes widen when I feel the gash. 

"What the hell?" I whisper. Negan looks over at me, a slight wave of sympathy flashes in his eyes. 

"That's how we found you. You have a mild concussion but the Doc says you'll be just fine in a week or so." His face softens and all I see is sincerity in his expression. 

For whatever reason I trust him. 

He gives me a quick tour of the house, it's a pretty house. He sits me down and fills me in on the Walkers, the Living Dead if you will. My head spins at the news.