Last One Fighting ~ Negan Fanfic

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Jo

I stomped through the forest. The leaves crunched under my boots and I tightened my leather jacket around me. Winter was coming and there was a chill in the air. I hadn't considered that though when I had made the decision to go out on the run. All I had known was that I needed to get out from behind the fence.

Two weeks had passed since the night Martinez died. I had been at The Sanctuary almost a month now and felt like I had been settling into the routine. I stayed in my dorm, trained in the morning by myself and then ran two classes each day. One before lunch and one after. In theory everything was going great.

Kate spent most of her time with Tommy so I saw her less than I would like to, but I found he was growing on me. Saving my life, his continued dedication to his training, and how well he treated her had earned him a lot of grace. Most days I was more accepting of him than Merle was. Kate hadn't attended another training session, but then I wasn't overly surprised. The Sancutuary was safe. She wouldn't see personal defense as a high priority when she had people to take care of her.

Merle still came and ate dinner with me every night. He was done with third shift and on to a more normal schedule. Though lately more and more of his work seemed to include jobs normally reserved for Negan's soldiers. It seemed he had earned Negan's trust or at least proven himself trustworthy. I didn't ask much about it. I hadn't spoken with Negan since that night.

I slapped a low hanging branch out of my way as my irritation grew. I had wanted to get out from behind the fence to distract me from the frustrating situation, but no matter what I did I couldn't get it off my mind. Couldn't get him off my mind.

Negan hadn't spoken to me in two weeks. The memory of him standing in the middle of my room, holding my backpack in one hand with a look of absolute betrayal on his face was forever burned into my mind.

"Were you even going to tell me you were leaving?" Hurt had warred with the simmering rage I could see building in his eyes. When I hadn't been able to answer him he had thrown the bag at my feet. "You know where the door is, no one is standing in your way," he growled and he had stomped away.

Two weeks since Negan had stormed out of my room. It was made all the worse because I couldn't just get mad too. I had hurt him. Not on purpose, but my actions had hurt him nonetheless.

"Were you even going to tell me you were leaving?" His question had chased itself around and around in my mind.

I hadn't been sleeping well since and it was getting progressively worse. I had a lot of time to think about it over the last two weeks, a lot of time alone to obsess. I had seen him yesterday in the market talking to one of his wives and I had fled, too much of a coward to risk seeing that look on his face once more. Last night I had tossed and turned in my bed for only an hour before I gave up to sit on the cat walk all night. It was then I decided I needed to get out from behind the fence.

Despite my regular schedule I had cancelled training for the day. I had tried going out on runs with the group a couple times the week before, but that didn't work out so well. I was still too close to the edge and without Negan around there really wasn't anyone to pull me back if things went south. So with no other option I had decided to go out by myself.