Here's Princess!

Chapter 1:

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, or hell even the dialog, it's mostly from the comic, just edited a bit.

"It's okay. I didn't expect a big farewell either... Fuckin' assholes." He mutters as he slings his bag over his shoulder and heads out of the gates of Alexandria, Alone.

'After I saved Rick the Prick's God damn ass the other day, Hell, the whole damn community, I'd expect at least a decent good fuckin' bye. Prick.' Negan thought as he kept on walking away from the community, unsure of what direction he was heading to.

He leaves just in time, because hilltop shows up at the gates and enters Alexandria as he leaves. Negan didn't really wanna run into their leader anyways. Their new leader, not that sorry fuck weasel Gregory, if he's even alive that is. But the widow was the new leader, and considering Negan bashed her husband's skull in, He figured she wouldn't be happy to see him, hell even want him dead. Though Negan doesn't blame her, he would want the same damn thing if he were in her shoes.

After walking for an hour, he ran into some dead fucks. He pulls out his knife as it approaches him. It fuckin' reeks, but what rotting corpse doesn't?

"Eat knife, you smelly fucking fuck!" He then proceeds to stab the walker through the eye, just as another one approaches from behind him.

"Try to fuckin eat me? You get pippin' hot buttered blade instead- Fresh from Mama Negan's mother fucking death kitchen of death!" he stabs one from behind in the eye as well.

"Gotta save this stuff for when people are around..." He says slinging his gun over his shoulder. Negan knows he's being watched. He can feel it, and he's not fucking stupid, either. It was pretty obvious.

'The God damn widow must have sent someone after me to kill me later. Or maybe Dwight. I got a lot of fuckin people who want me dead, who the fuck knows. But what I do know I'm not gonna waste all my goddamn bullets on the dead, that's for fuckin sure.' He thought to himself as he walked.

He kept walking till he thought he may have finally rid himself of his little stalker. Then he makes his way to the cross marking Lucille's grave...Not Lucille. A god damn baseball bat he named after her, but this was the closest shit he was gonna get to the real thing. He gets on one knee, looking at the makeshift cross sticking out of the ground.

"Lucille." He greets her, then he pauses. Tears start to roll down his cheeks, for the first time in a long, long time.

'What a fucking titty baby.' He thought as he couldn't hold in the tears.

"I missed you so much. I know I'm pathetic. I know you're just...Splintered pieces of wood. But you're- You're all I have...left of her." He doesn't bother to wipe the tears from his face. He just lets them fall from his face to the soil below him.

When tears no longer stain his cheeks, he moves on to find shelter nearby. He's walking down an abandoned looking street, and decides to check if it's abandoned after all.

"HELLO? ANYONE FUCKIN' HERE?!" He called out. If there are any survivors around, claiming this area, he'll either join em, or be on his merry fuckin' way. He repeats himself, to make sure if anyone hiding heard him, or if there's any undead fucks lurking around waiting to jump out at him and take a bite. He hears and sees nothing, so he keeps walking down the street till he sees a figure confidently stride over to him. As she approaches him, he notices her wild ass purple crazy hair.

" ''Sup." She says casually to him. Holding her gun (that's definitely fuckin' bigger than his) pointed to the sky, rather than on him. He's got his pointed to the pavement. Neither one of them seems to consider the other as a threat, considering neither of them points their guns at each other.

'Just who is this chick with bowling balls for nuts?' Negan wondered to himself.

A pretty short chapter! But I'm excited for the next one! :) Please review and let me know what you think! Do you think these two chatter boxes will be able to get along with each other?