Imagines & Preferences ˚ The Walking Dead [DISCONTINUED]

Imagine ▹ Negan

I changed the order of the Eenie Meenie because I forgot in the beginning...

Relationship(s): You hate him, he takes a liking to you, you're Daryl's sister

Scenario: You're in the lineup from season six finale/season seven premiere

Y/N is Your Name

You looked around, dropping your hand from Carl's to shield your eyes from the brightness of the headlights of the cars surrounding you. Your heart was beating fast, fear flooding over you as you realized you were trapped. You shifted your feet, looking down to Maggie with tears in your eyes.

"Good. You made it. Welcome to where you're going. We'll take your weapons. Now." One of the saviors from the road said, walking towards you all.

Rick shook his head slightly, his breath trembling. "We can talk about-"

"We're done talking. Time to listen." The man paused, his eyes scanning over all of you, stopping on Carl. "This is your's right?" He asked, holding a gun in front of him.

You narrowed your eyes at him, clenching your teeth together. "Don't talk to him." You growled.

The man looked at you with interest, a small smirk forming on his lips. "Hmm." He said, leaning back a bit. "The boss is gonna like you, doll." He chuckled, turning back to Rick. "Let's get her down and get you all on your knees. Lots to cover." He motioned for the mattress Maggie was on, only to get it pulled away.

"Hold up..." Abraham ordered. "We got this."

The man nodded and stood back. "Sure, sure." He walked over to you, putting his hand on your shoulder. "Don't make me force ya."

You looked at him, eyes narrowed. You considered punching him in the face, but you were smart and you knew better, so you did as you were told. You sighed and slowly got onto the dirt covered ground, grunting when your knees pressed against the pebbles.

The man nodded, patting you on your head in approval. "Dwight! Chop chop!"

You looked up towards Dwight and your eyes widened when he yanked Daryl, Glenn, Michonne and Rosita out of a van. You lurched, attempting to get over to Daryl only to be pulled back by another one of the men from the road. You breathed deeply, your eyes meeting his own, both full of worry.

Glenn's eyes looked over the rest of you, his eyes stopping on Maggie's. His eyes rimmed with tears at the sight of his sick wife. "Maggie?"

"On your knees!" Dwight shouted.

The man who seemed to be second in charge looked over all of you once more, looking as if he were counting. "Okay! We got a full boat. Let's meet the man." He announced before knocking on the door of the R.V.

Your heart was pounding, knowing that this could very well be the end for you all. You looked at the vehicle, waiting for the man to walk out, your ears ringing. When the door finally opened, a man stepped out with a barbed wired baseball bat resting snug on his shoulder.

He had a sinister smirk on his face while he looked over all of you, opening his mouth to say, "Pissing our pants yet? Boy, do I have a feeling we're getting close." He taunted, stepping closer to the group. "Yep. It's gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon." He looked over all of you one last time, shifting on his feet slightly. "Which one of you pricks is the leader?"

The man that almost pushed you to the ground pointed at Rick. "It's this one. He's the guy."

The leader sighed, stepping in front of Rick with a smirk. "Hi. You're Rick, right?" He paused, looking Rick's face over. "I'm Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men." Negan licked his lips and put a thumb over his mouth momentarily. "Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people... You killed more of my people." He explained with a humorless smile on his face. "Not cool. Not cool at all. You have no idea how not cool that shit is."