I wandered aimlessly through the woods searching for supplies, my stomach ached with emptiness. My limbs felt too heavy to continue but I pushed on anyway, seeing a storefront through the trees. I snuck up to the door, opened it and knocked hard, drawing out the walkers that may be inside. Snarling erupted from the back, by the looks of it there were only two of them. I entered the building, shutting the door behind me so no walkers would come up behind me. I stabbed them quickly in the head and began my search for food and other necessities. I grabbed a can that looked like it held some kind of fruit, I dug my knife into the top and cut it off revealing a bunch of peaches in a sweet syrup. I fished the peaches out with my hand and ate them quickly before looking for more food. I shoved unlabeled cans into my bag, along with some gauze and other random things I thought may be of some use. As I searched through the drawers and counters I heard a high pitched whistle, my head immediately whipping around in the direction of the noise. I saw the silhouette of a few men standing right outside of the shop I was in. Their whistling growing louder as more of them joined in, I searched frantically for a way out. I crept toward the backdoor silently, pulling my gun from the holster on my hip before I twisted the handle and opened it slowly, stepping out into the back ally. "Well hello, beautiful!" A voice called from behind me, I turned, raising my gun to the man. He was tall, at least 6 foot, wearing a black leather jacket and swinging a barbed wire covered baseball bat. A chill shot through me as his men surrounded us. "Whatcha got in the bag?" He asked, his voice sounding as amused as the smirk across his lips. I remained frozen, unsure of my next move. I'd rather fork it over and be let go than fight for some canned fruit. I dropped the bag off my shoulder and kept my gun up to the man with the bat. "Good choice," He said. His intense eyes baring into mine, he cocked his head to the side "and?" He pressed. My eyes narrowed as I slowly put the gun on the bag. I began to step back, praying to God that it was going to be this easy. I ran into something tall and sturdy, turning around I saw a man with a dark long mustache and a huge grin, "well where ya goin?" He chirped happily, his voice sent a chill down my spine. "We have a great place! You are going to just love it!" He continued, throwing an arm over my shoulder and walking me back over to the man with the bat. 'What the fuck is this!' I thought to myself, searching frantically for a way out. "We're not going to hurt you. We have some rules here, I'll tell you what you need to know on the way there." The man stated mater of factly. I stood there for a moment, thinking of what other options I had before nodding stiffly, ducking out from under the mustache guys arm. He motioned for me to follow him as he shouted "load up!" To the group surrounding us. He led me over to a black Dodge Charger and held the passenger door open for me, a grin plastered on his face "thanks" I mumbled before climbing in. He closed the door and went off to speak to the mustache man.
He climbed into the car and laid his bat in the back seat gently before starting the car. "I'm Negan" he said to me with a smirk as he sped off in the direction of what I assumed was their camp. "Y/n...where are you taking me?" I said quietly, he let out a large sigh. "I have a sanctuary, a place where people can be safe. All I ask for is something in return, food, work, I don't fucking care. You have a few options, you can work for points and make things for us, or you can fight for us. Keeping the people safe, going on runs. Or-" he cut himself off but then continued "my God I told myself I wasn't gonna do it! But fuck it! Ha you are one beautiful woman. You have another option. You can be my wife." His smirk stretching all the way across his face as he watched me rather than the road. "I..." I couldn't find the words, what the hell do you say to that? "What...what does that mean" I asked curiously, he licked his lips seeming pleased that I was considering his option. "You will be loyal to me, spend time with me, husband wife stuff" he said with a wink as we pulled up to the front gate of what clearly used to be a factory before all of this. I swallowed hard thinking of what to do, who is this guy? Would he hurt me? Do I want to fight for him? I let out a sigh, I ran my fingers through my long red hair and said "okay" he parked the car and turned his body towards me "let's go inside and you can meet the rest of them" he chuckled, I shot him a confused look. "The rest of who?" I wondered aloud, he winked and got out of the car walking around to my door and offering me a hand.
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The Walking Dead Preferences
FanfictionDaryl Dixon Rick Grimes Carl Grimes Glenn Rhee Negan Please comment if you want me to write anything specific or add another character to the list! Thank y'all!