Happy Accidents

Chapter 2

//Negan's POV

I sighed in frustration and lowered Lucille, turning away from the Asian boy (A/N: Not trying to be racist, just saying what I think Negan would be thinking 🙂).

I watched as an old friend came into the light.

"Who are these people?" she asked in confusion, her hand resting on her gun.

When I didn't answer, she looked behind me and saw the Asian guy kneeling in front of me before giving me a reprimanding look.

"Really?" she asked. "Again? I swear, if your life was a tv show, people would stop watching due to how repetitive it is.

"They killed my men," I defended. "A whole lot of them."

"Yeah, I figured," she sighed, almost cutting me off. "You probably deserved it."

I walked up to her and got in her face. "You wanna say that again?" I asked angrily.

She chuckled smugly before patting my chest. "Careful, buddy," she said softly. "Don't hurt yourself."

She pushed past me and walked over to the guy, extending her hand to him.

He hesitantly took it and she pulled him to his feet, guiding him back to his original spot and setting him back down.

Rick simply watched the whole thing in shock.

My old friend walked back over to me. "Now let them go," she ordered.

I scoffed. "Excuse me?" I asked incredulously.

"Let them get to where they're going," she told me simply.

"They killed my people," I reiterated. "And you expect me to let them go?!"

"Give them a second chance," she told me. "They won't kill any more of you."

"Pfft, how do you expect me to believe that?" I asked in doubt.

She seemed to think for a moment before smiling. "I'll make them promise myself."

She then walked to stand in front of the row that the group made.

//Rick's POV

The girl came to stand in front of us and I was able to see her features.

Her platinum blond hair was pulled into a high, tight ponytail.

She was wearing a leather jacket that hugged her body with an Aerosmith t-shirt under it. She wore dark leggings and tall laced black combat boots. A holster was around her waist. Topping off the look were gloves that people that ride motorcycles usually wear. Her fingers were exposed revealing black nail polish.

"Alright," she started. "Which one of you is the leader?"

None of us responded making her lightly chuckle.

"Guys," she said. "I'm trying to save your lives so you might wanna cooperate with me."

Finally, I spoke up. "I-I am," I stuttered weakly.

She walked up to me.

"What's your name?" she asked, a bit more gentle.

"R-Rick," I got out.

I saw a hint of a smile on her face but it left as quickly as it came.

"Well, Rick," she said. "Since you told me your name, I'll tell you mine. I'm Tess."

//Carl's POV

As soon as Tess said her name, I looked up from the ground to look at her.

She looked to be around my age, maybe a year or two older, and she was beautiful in a badass way.