Surviving All Out War (BOOK FIVE IN THE SURVIVING THE WALKING DEAD SERIES)

A Reason For Everything

Elijah walked between us in silence as we made our way through the woods. There was no reason to carry him yet for the woods were practically empty, all the walkers were most likely drawn to the Sanctuary because of the noise. MJ hasn't spoken to me since we left the house. Focusing all his energy to not throw up, my guess, but something told me that he knew something was bothering me.

What Elijah said to me back at the house really got to me. They're family. Those people were my family. I did everything for them, I cooked, I cleaned, I hunted, I killed people, I tortured Randal for fuck's sake, all for these people, and this is the thanks I get? A target on my back? They're the real monsters, not Negan. I told Rick to not take the deal from the get-go, but he was determined that we could do it. We were going hungry, I get it, but there had to have been other ways to solving our food situation. I mean, we could've found a scuba diving store and I could've gone into the lake and fished out all that food from the truck. We could've spread out more, searched out of state if we had to, but no, Rick took the easy way out.

He thought he could do it, get away with killing the Saviors, but he was wrong, Negan wasn't there. Rick stirred the pot, poked he hornet's nest, slapped the bull on its ass, in layman's terms, he pissed Negan off. Negan just woke up one day and got told that his entire satellite outpost was taken out. He had to drag his sexy ass out of bed and see for himself. Saviors massacred left and right, in beds, on the floor, in the yard. He got word the safe house was attacked, too, and when he went to investigate, he saw the hell I brought on to the people inside.

He was pissed, and yet he was impressed, even more so after he found out that I was behind it all. How he managed to forgive me for doing that to his people is beyond me, because I know if I was in Negan's shoes, I wouldn't have been so forgiving. What everyone said was true though, I wasn't supposed to fall in love with Negan, but it happened. His cocky attitude is where it started. I hated it. I absolutely hated it. But the longer I was around him, I realized that he wasn't cocky, just confident, and I could completely understand why. He had it made. Before Alexandria, no one had the courage to fight back, well, except the one guy they strung by a chain on the bridge. He knew he was safe, he knew what he was doing was working, he knew that it was a huge step in the right direction, a huge step towards rebuilding society.

Negan ruled with an iron fist, but with me at his side, we were unstoppable, everyone feared us. If people messed with me, Negan would give them the iron or kill them, if people messed with Negan, they had to deal with my hormonal ass.

~BEGIN FLASHBACK~

Negan and I stood in line, patiently waiting for our breakfast, the savory smell of sausage filled my nose with delight, making my mouth water. "You're not gettin' any." Negan informed.

"Seriously?" I groaned.

"What did you eat last night?"

"Dinner, just like everyone else."

"Uh-huh, and what did you sneak out of bed to eat?"

"I don't know what you're talkin' about."

"Wanna try that again?" Negan smiled.

"So I woke up in the middle of the night for that cardamom gelato, sue me."

"Exactly, so you're eatin' somethin' healthy this mornin', so get over it."

"You're actin' like I'm the only one who eats unhealthy."

"You're pregnant, I gotta try and control what you eat or the entire food supply will run out."

"I don't eat that much!" I laughed. "You eat a lot, too!"