Negan Drabbles

Jacket

She'd been alone for two days. The dead had ripped through her group, leaving only her alive.

She hadn't eaten since, and had run out of water the day before. She had nothing left in her. No fight whatsoever. And to top it off, now she was being attacked by strangers in the woods.

She'd come across two men, quietly hopeful that they'd have food, or maybe some water.

But then she'd seen the hungry look in their eyes, and fear had taken her over. They'd beaten her, kicked her whilst she sobbed against the ground. Her pleas falling on deaf ears. They said they were saviors. But they didn't seem like saviors at all.

She kicked at them uselessly as they removed her jeans. They tore at her vest, leaving her in her underwear. She begged them to kill her. But they just laughed.

As one of them began to mount her. The other let out a guttural cry. She looked up, seeing another man in a leather jacket, cracking his skull in with a baseball bat.

The man on top of her leapt off. "Negan, i'm sorry. We wasn't going to.."

The stranger silenced him with a blow to the head.

She sat up, trembling, tears running down her face.

He approached her.

She flinched as he reached out his hand.

"Hey, you don't need to be afraid," he assured her, taking off his jacket, and placing it over her shoulders. "You're safe now, he said softly.