Twisted tale of Negan

Lucy

It was a crisp cold night, and I was all alone. Walking around in the pitch black, walkers left and right to me. When I hear a whole bunch of whistling, all in unison, whistling to the same beat.

My heart began to race. I know I'm not just imagining this, this had to be real. Real, alive people. It's been forever since I've been with a group, considering Mine ditched me a long long time ago.

I stopped dead in my tracks and look all around me, I see figures in the woods, all of them staring at me. Their eyes just staring at me.

"Put your hands up." Just then a man comes out. "Now!"

I quickly drop my canteen and my little supply bag.

Then about ten people come out from the outskirts of the woods. The man who had spoken to me before looked oddly familiar, but it was too hard to tell. His voice, his figure. I knew it.. Somehow.

I was grabbed and thrown into the back of a pickup truck.

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My blindfold was taken off and here I am standing in the middle of a huge circle of men, me being the only woman clearly.

The man from before has his back turned to me, my hands are tied in ropes, and it's starting to cut into my skin. I have a gag on, but I manage to get it off of me.

"Hello?" I ask.

This gets the attention drawn to me, a man tries to knock me on the ground. But the man from earlier stops him

"Now now, come on Eric. Pretty girl hasn't even been able to explain herself." The figure turns towards me, and in that moment I knew exactly who the hell he was. Negan.

He cursed at himself and lowered the bat.

"Well well, I'd be dammed, it's Lucille." He says my name and smiles deviously at the end of it.

I Stand there confused, he adjusts his leather jacket and turns towards the group, who is all sharing my same exact facial expression.

"How do you know her boss?" Eric states.

"Yeah 'Boss' how do you know me?"

He avoids the question and grabs me by the arm. "Alright you sorry shits! This is canceled!"

Everyone is still confused, but I wasn't.

Negan led me to the back of the little trashed r.v him and I shared at one point. He was as pale as a ghost.

"Can you get this shit off of me?" I say tugging at my wrists.

He quickly nods and reaches for his knife, he cuts the ropes, and I rub my dry wrists.
"You got some lotion?" I joked

"How the hell did you find me, Lucy?" He says sitting in the couch.

"I wasn't trying to find you, you jumped me along with those dozen men, the fuck is that all about? And who are they!" He covers my mouth.

"Stop, we can't be too loud.. I don't need them to know.."

"Know what? That I was your wife before all of this?! What were you gonna do kill me?"

He shakes his head "no"

"Negan, it's only been a two months since the outbreak. And one since you left me-"

"I didn't leave you! You were dead!" He says angrily

"Bull shit. You know I wasn't dead. But tell yourself whatever you need to sleep at night." I cross my arms and look at the man that I once adored. Before all of this happened negan and I were happily married, had a house. And a very very wealthy lifestyle.