Candy Shop - Negan -

Chapter 2

Alexis felt very uncomfortable riding down one of the main roads. She was used to complicated paths in the woods, where she could always disappear if someone was following her. But here she was exposed, on the open field, an easy target. 

There was a more hidden way to the Sanctuary, but she was sure Negan had set people up to watch her and she didn't want to willingly hand him over possible escape routes before they made a deal. 

After a long argument with her advisors and her bat damaging her table because she had to crash it into the wood to silence them all, she decided to come here alone. She didn't trust the leader of the Saviors one bit and she couldn't have people with her that dared to question her. The arrival of the much larger group at her community had brought rebellious voices up and Alexis probably had to silence some of them within the next few days. 

She never punished for opinions. She didn't set up rules. But she had a problem with little dicks that tried to cause an uprising and didn't have the brain to bring arguments to their complaints. That was usually the way to silence them. Her people would see that she brought solutions to problems, while the others brought up problems with out solutions. Most of them already understood that surviving in this world brought sacrifices with it. As long as Alexis brought solutions with the smallest amount of added corpses, she would leader. If someone proved to be a more worthy leader, Alexis would leave without questioning it. 

That probably was why people respected Alexis. She didn't force herself upon her community. The young woman left them a choice, they could get rid of her easily, but for as long as she made rational decisions, they were all ok with her making them. 

When she saw the outline of the Sanctuary from afar, she couldn't help but be impressed. It was massive, the perfect place to give shelter to all those people. Negan may be a maniac, but he sure as hell must be intelligent enough to keep this mass in check. 

A shiver ran down her spine when she saw the dead chained to the fence. Some were spiked through the torso, others still were intact and reached out for every flesh they could get. Even after all this time they still kind of scared her. It was hard to imagine that these things have been people once. 

Alexis drew quite the attention onto her when she came into eyesight. The eyes of the people protecting the gate were on her and suddenly a dozen of people was pointing their guns onto her. She rolled her eyes and stopped her horse when they were in hearing distance. 

They all haven't been between the crowd that came to her community yesterday. It seemed like they weren't properly briefed about her arrival, as their faces showed signs of confusions when they took her appearance in. 

The leader always had attracted attention with her bat and the prominent leather jacket, combined with her cold, unemotional face and eyes that seemed to bore right into the soul. But the similarity to Negan seemed to enhance it. 

"Good morning, gentlemen. Your leader awaits me." 

Alexis pulled out her bat that was secured at the saddle and rested it against her shoulder, while the Saviors exchanged glances, probably not sure if this girl, all on her own, was a threat. 

"Get off the horse." 

She pulled up a perfectly shaped brow and shrugged, jumping down. 

"Rude. Haven't your mums taught you any manners?" 

On propose, she let her British accent sound heavily in her words, letting them seem even more arrogant and mocking.

Beside the hunting knife in the holster secured at her belt, she carried no seeable weapons. Alexis despised guns, she hated using them, so she usually didn't even have one with her. Most people considered her foolish for that, but well, she survived until now.