My Lucille | ✔️

41// Goodnight princesses

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•Negan's POV•

Its been a few days. Walking around the side roads avoid reaching or even getting close to Atlanta. I mainly walked in the woods, killing anything in sight.

No, I didn't have a gun but I had a butcher's knife and a bat. Water and food were running low, and I'm tired shitless. I took a glimpse to my left, seeing that I'm on the side of the highway.

"Fuck it" I mumbled before walking to the highway. It was filled with cars, and nasty ass ones may I say. I kept searching from car to car for clothes, water, food, or whatever goodies I could find.

I found a car, with white painted letters on it, almost faded away. All I could make out was 'Sophia stay here' and the rest were fucked up letters.

There were canned food on the ground. I gave the place a quick look seeing if anyone's around before taking the canned food and the three bottles of water.

Putting it in my bag, I walked straight ahead until I stepped on something. I looked down, my face turning from boredom and sleepy, to shocked and alerted.

A bracelet, a bracelet I bought for my wife was laying on the ground. Is she here? I wondered. I picked the bracelet up, seeing the beads spell out Lucille with black letters.

I quickly stood up, looking around the place as if I was some fucking psychopath "Lucille?! Lucille!" I shouted her name repeatedly as I went from car to car, but no sign. There was no blood on the floor or the cars either.

"Baby are you here?!" I shouted as I looked around quicker. She isn't here, but she was here. I gave up looking as I realized night was coming.

I cursed under my breath as the days kept getting shorter and shorter. I found a safe car, taking out every damn trash bag out.

I climbed in, shutting the door harshly behind me and locking it. Just my luck, I found a pillow and a blanket in the passenger's seat "what in the shit?" I mumbled as I looked at them.

I took them without hesitation and laid down, getting comfortable as I closed my eyes, planning a search for my missing wife tomorrow morning.

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Waking up to the damn walkers moaning, I sat up straight as I groaned. These seats are too shitty

I looked to my right, seeing a walker scratching at the car window as that dumbass bit on literal air. I opened the left car door, clutching the bat hard in my hands, before giving the walker a good damn swing.

"Shitty day for ya, isn't it?" I said as I kicked its leg. I sighed as I looked ahead, the car's are endless. How am I supposed to look through every damn one of them?

"Lucille?!" I shouted as I took my backpack that was inside the shitty car, before walking on the grass right next to the highway. "Lucille baby are you here?!"

I shouted again, looking at every car window from afar. "Lucille it's me baby, it's Negan, are you here?" I shouted again as I kept walking.

I heard ruffling come from bushes that weren't far away "Lucille?" I whispered as I clutched the bat's handle "Nah, I ain't no Lucille" a man with a county accent came walking through those bushes

"Who is she anyway? Ya daughter of ya whore?" That fucker asked as he chuckled. My face turned from normal to anger, my eyes getting darker "oh hey darlin, we ain't here to rob ya!"

The man joked as men came out from behind him, holding their guns as they laughed at his joke. There were about seven men, making him the eighth

"So, who's that Lucille of yours?" He asked as he put his gun in his shoulder, looking at me with one eye. "Where's that eye of yours, fucker?" I asked as I clutched the handle tighter