Negan Drabbles

Lost

You walk through the woods, your legs aching, skin slick with sweat in the unbearable heat. Wincing, you kneel down, clutching at your stomach as cramps rip through you.

Running into the woods seemed like a good idea an hour ago, doing your best to avoid a herd. But now you were lost. Your head turns at the sound of footsteps. I can't, you shake your head, unable to find the energy to even stand. No! You scold yourself, scrambling to your hands and knees, pushing yourself up off the ground, only to fall back down again. I won't die like this! But the dead thing stumbles towards you still, it's teeth snapping as it stretches out it's rotten hands.

Blood splatters over you, your eyes wide as the dead thing drops down.

"Well holy shit, that fucker almost had himself an easy meal outta you, sweetheart."

You lift your eyes from the newcomer's boots, taken aback, in spite of your current state, by the smile crossing his face.

"The fuck are you doing out here on your own?" He frowns, looking at you as if you're the most peculiar thing he's ever seen.

"I.. i don't have anyone," you stutter, clutching at your stomach as a set of fresh cramps make themselves noticed.

His face softens as he kneels down beside you. "Shit! When's the last time you ate?"

You shrug, unable to do much else.

"Well i'm Negan. And don't you worry, sweetheart. I'll take care of you."