Alexandria

Chapter 11

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Negan frowns.

"Those Whisperers killed my Mom, and Rick isn't doing a damn thing about it. I've heard about you, the kind of person you are. You'll get shit done," Brandon says.

"You think so uh?"

"Yeah. Rick locked you up cos you're dangerous, cos he's afraid of you. But we need someone like you. You can take out the Whisperers, right?"

Negan looks at him with uncertainty, running a hand over his beard. "You know Rick is being cautious for a reason. They have a fucking ocean of the dead."

"It doesn't need to come to that. Rick wants to train up an army, but we don't have time for that. We can get in there and take them out, the both of us. Rick doesn't deserve to be a leader," Brandon says with a frown.

"So who would you have lead these people?"

"You. I think you've got what it takes to lead. You've lead before."

"Yeah, and that didn't work out too fucking great," Negan points out.

"We need you. Rick isn't the right man for this. He's letting those Whisperers get away with what they did. If we wait around any longer, they'll kill us all. He's probably gonna send Daryl and that Rachel chick to spy on the Whisperers, and it'll most likely get them killed."

Negan clenches his jaw. "You sure about that?"

"Why wouldn't he? They're the strongest people we have, and they're the best trackers, makes sense."

"Alright then. How the fuck are we doing this?" Negan asks.

"Doing what?"

Negan rolls his eyes. "Getting me the fuck outta here? You got a plan?"

"I've got the key," Brandon smiles as he digs in his pants pocket. "We have to go now though. I slipped a little something in Eugene's drink, he should be in the bathroom for a while."

"Smart move," Negan smiles.

"We can hop over the wall on the south side, no one will see."

Negan nods. "Alright. You got my clothes?"

"Clothes?"

"Yeah, you know, fucking clothes, as in the shit you put on each day when you fucking get outta bed. I'm not roaming around the fucking woods in this garbage. Rick probably has my old clothes in storage, can you grab those?"

Brandon nods. "Yeah, i can do that," he says as he opens the cell door.

Negan steps out of the cell, letting out a deep breath as she stretches his arms. "I'll meet you on the south side of the woods."

"Wait, what do you mean you'll meet me?"

"I've got something i need to do first," Negan says.

"But what if you get caught?" Brandon asks.

"I'm a fucking badass, that's why you're breaking me out in the first fucking place. I won't get caught."

~

Negan creeps through the back yards of Alexandria, most of the residents sleeping soundly. He'd been wandering around for at least fifteen minutes trying to find the right house. He breathes a sigh of relief as he spots Daryl's motorbike, knowing full well that Rachel's house is just opposite.

He opens the back door, wincing slightly as it lets out a creak. He's still not completely confident it's the right house. For all he knows, he could end up walking into Rick's bedroom. Negan stifles a chuckle at the hilarity of what would happen were he to step in the bedroom and find Rick sleeping like a baby.