You're Transgender?

What the hell just happened?

Ever since I was little, I knew something was different about me. So when you reach, that, age where you want to try new things I decided to wave bye-bye to my long hair, and start wearing boy's clothes and something about it felt so right. Whenever I was mistaken for a guy my heart raced. I did some research and it turns out I am a guy. I am female to male transgender. Everything was looking up and life was great I came out, both literally and figuratively by jumping out a cake. I was accepted all round and I became a local celebrity everyone loved me. Everything was great until the dead started fucking walking and the world went to shit. And that brings us to now...

"Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck, keep fucking running, keep fucking running." Running away from a horde of roamers and  group not an ideal way to spend a the rest of your day. The little convoy is just a bit in front of the horde and you're in a shitty beaten up fiat not much further ahead. "Oh my god I'm gonna fuckin die. Take a left. Take a left. Take a right. Left. Right. Right. Left. Right. Okay now where the fuck am I?" You managed to lose both the horde and the convoy.

Y/N passed a gas station about a mile ago so he abandons the fiat and makes his way towards it. So that if the convoy does turn up they'll think he ran out of gas and fled. Finding the place devoid of living or undead he looks for food, only to find a tin of 'Spaghetti O's' so he makes his way to the break room and locks himself in for the night. Laying out the sleeping bag, taking off his binder, taking his 'T' shot and crawling in to bed, his stomach barely filled with cold 'Spaghetti O's'. Closing his eyes to sleep he ignores the dysphoric thoughts that plague him as he falls into blissful emptiness.

"Rise and shine bitch! We know your fucking in there lil' miss!" That, is what wakes him up, scrambling to put his binder back on and pack up his shit he can see and hear the door to the break room being rammed. He crawls out the small window of the break room only to be caught by a '70's porn star looking motherfucker,' complete with the moustache and put in the centre of a large circle of men and women with guns. While moustache went to a truck. 

"Why don't you calm down there little girl wouldn't want such a pretty thing to get hurt now would we?" It's the guy who woke him up that starts talking, "Maybe he'll let me punish you for stealing our shit," He says as he circles him checking him out. "and sweetheart I have a few ideas." Y/N kicked him in the nuts as soon as he was done talking, and spat on him once he was down. Only for him to get back up and force Y/N to his knees grinning. "Oh you little fucking bitch you'll get a lot more coming to you for that." He finished with a slap just to enunciate his point. All the while Y/N sat there patiently smiling, a little bit of blood in his teeth but smiling nonetheless. 

"David leave the girl alone you creepy bastard." Moustache said as he came back, "You want me to tell him just how you treated this woman?" he finished with a smile. David cowered back to join the rest of the circle but not before muttering a quick 'sorry, Simon'. Simon's attention was now turned towards the man kneeling on the ground, he extended his hand but when Y/N tried to get up he gently put his hand on his shoulder to make him kneel again. "Sorry sweet cheeks but you have to stay there for now, was jus' gonna shake your hand." He crouched so he was eye to eye with him and asked; "You ready to meet the man?" He nodded. "Okay sweet cheeks I'll go get him." With that Simon left.

When Simon came back five minutes later he wasn't alone, standing next to him was a tall man clad in a leather jacket, a scruffy salt and pepper beard and brandishing a barbed wire bat. 'Ah shit he had to be hot didn't he?' Y/N's entire focus was on the man and his cocky grin. So much so he almost didn't hear Simon's introduction. He did catch the gorgeous strangers name though. Negan. Negan in Y/N's eyes was hot as shit even more so when his rugged voice started talking, one thing pissed him off though. That was Negan calling him princess, sweetheart, cutie, smoking' she, her, miss. And much to his mistake he called began out on it.

"So you see princess that when you cross..." Negan was cut off by Y/N yelling at him. "Do you ever fucking shut up and let someone speak for fucks sake?!" Negan was shocked for all of three seconds before doubling over in laughter. "Fine then you feisty little fucker, since you were brave enough to interrupt me I'll let you talk for a bit. I want hear what you have to say little girl."

"One I'm not a little girl, I'm not little and I sure as hell am not a girl." He basked in the confused faces before continuing. "Two,I am a guy and it is really, really fucking pissing me off being addressed like a little girl. Three, you have no fucking right to talk down to me, you have your community backing you up here, I've been alone since the start and I have survived on my own so fucking quit it." Y/N looked at Negan's face as he finished, and his expression was hard to read, hard to tell exactly what he was thinking.

Negan closed the gap between himself and Y/N before crouching down and using Lucille, as he mentioned in his grand speech, as a balance to rest his chin on before speaking so only Y/N could hear. "Are you transgender?" He received a nod from a confused Y/N before he continued. "Are the vials we found your hormones?" Another nod followed and Y/N warmed to him a little because he was being calm instead of lashing out. "Do you want the surgeries?" Y/N nodded a third time but with tears in his eyes. "Did one of my men give you the cut of your lip?" Nod. "Are you a good shot?" Nod. "Did my man mentally or physically fuck with you in a sexual way?" Nod. Negan handed Y/N a pistol leaving him confused. "Shoot him first time in the head and show me how good of a shot you are." Y/N looked around the circle spotted 'David's' position, looked back at Negan maintained eye contact aimed and fired.

The thud of David's body hitting the ground brought Negan back to reality. He was lost in the young man's eyes and the hole in the direct centre of David's head showed how dangerous this guy was and Negan found himself admiring the young man not only his skills, bravery, and determination, but him, the testosterone was starting to create peach fuzz around his jaw, his eyes were captivating and his smile when he heard the the thud was not that of someone who just killed a man but it was cute and Negan noticed that.

"We have a surgeon, he's not just a fucking doctor he's a qualified surgeon. We are fully fucking stocked on medical equipment including drainers. I know because when I asked our doctor what they were he explained them to me. Come with us and I promise you, you won't have to wear that stupid binder I see at your neck." Negan stood up and helped him to his feet. "This may be your only chance to try and be who you want to be." Negan held out his hand for Y/N to shake. Which he did gratefully. 

Negan turned and addressed a confused convoy, "This is..." Negan turned to him and before he could ask Y/N told him his name. "This is Y/N he is our newest saviour and I am sure you all saw what the fuck he did to good ol' Rapey Davey over there." The Saviours all nodded. "Who are we?!" Y/N was startled when everyone around him chanted 'Saviours!' "What do we do?!" 'We save!' "Who are you?!" 'Negan!' He then turned back to face Y/N "And you, who are you? Little Prince."

Y/N caught Negan's flirtatious little comment and with a wink he replied. "Y/N." Negan's grin grew and Y/N walked right up to Negan before saying, "But I do like Little Prince Mr. Negan." With that final little comment and on Negan's instruction everyone was ready to go back to the 'Sanctuary' and Y/N was riding up front with his new leader, to his new home.