Falling Into Place

Chapter Thirteen

"He didn't answer. Do you think they're okay?" She said, looking out the window once again. She was clearly paranoid.

I watch as she rushes out of the room, and comes back a few moments later with a shotgun.

"Woa-a-ah, mom! A gun?!" I step back.

"I'm sorry, baby, but I'm not taking any chances." She says, clearly unsure of herself.

Suddenly, cries come from the street outside of my house. My mother is at the window before I am.

"(Y/n), get your phone out!!" She demands, "call your father."

"Okay, okay- but why?" I catch a glimpse out the windows... And there are walkers EVERYWHERE.

We meet eye contact and I was suddenly acutely aware of what this meant. Something about seeing her creased, sweaty, blood shot eyes....

I dialed their number. Still no answer.

"Mom, they're not picking up!" I scream.

Suddenly there was harsh and violent pounding on the front door and windows. I feel my heart speed up.

"Okay, we have to get out of here. Hurry, out the back door!" My mother practically shoved me into the kitchen.

"Mom, they're breaking through the fences-"

"We have to go!"

I sit up in bed, staring at my surroundings. I notice my door was cracked open, with light leaking through.

I stand up and walk towards it to close it, but as I do, I notice the familiar voice of Negan. He was talking to a man down the stairs from my room. I listen as he begins to walk up to my door, and I jump onto the bed and pretend to be asleep.

I'm not sure why, either.

He enters my room, I can tell by the footsteps. They lead to my bed, and stop there.

After a few moments of awkward silence, he speaks.

"Stop pretending to be a-fucking-sleep."

I open my eyes and look at him.

"What do you want?"

"I want to get to know you a little more." He says, sitting down beside me.

"What do you mean?" I become skeptical.

"I mean, I want to know you more. Like, I don't fucking know." He becomes clearly flustered.

I see an opportunity.

"So, you want to do some sissy shit?" I say, smirking. He gets up to walk out. "Wait, no."

"I'm gonna go get Lucille." He says. I gulp in fear.

"Uh, no, lets actually do it."

He turns around and smirks at me.

"Let's."

"My favorite color? Red." He chuckled.

"Mines (f/c)."

"What was your hobby before this?" He asked.

"I liked to read fanfiction..." I sigh. "I wonder how dead wattpad is now."

"Huh?"

"Nevermind."

He kissed me, and desperately held me to him.

I didn't pull away. I just held him gently.