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42// Dwighty boy

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•Negan's POV•

Walking back to the damned highway, I saw a small herd of walkers, consisting of at least 4. I couldn't take those assholes on my own, and as much as I hated to do so, I hid behind a car.

Going from car to car crouching down, I made sure my boots made no noise feeling like that damned puss in boots

"Well, shit" I mumbled as I saw three men, coming out from the forest opposite the place I was, killing those shitty ass creatures with their knives.

"Get out, we know you're here" one of the men said as he looked around "we won't hurt you, we just want to find more people"

I stood up from behind the car making my presence very clear "and that's the man!" He said as he extended his arm out

"Wanna come closer? I've got a damn bad eye sight" he said as he squinted his eyes. I smirked as I walked close and closer until I was within arms reach.

"I'm Gavin by the way" he said as he extended his hand out. "Negan" I shook his hand, looking at the two men behind him

"That's Rob and that's Lorance" he said as he pointed his thumb behind his back to everyone of them

"And you think I'll call you Lorance?" I said as I looked at the man on the left side of him. He chuckled and rubbed his beard "Nah, nobody calls me Lorance."

I smirked as I looked both sides for walkers "got a camp?" Gavin asked as he played with his knife "if you call a damn car a camp then Yeah, I do" I said as I looked down at my bat

"That'll do for now" he said as he searched the cars. "Find anything that's useful boys, might get a gun or something" Gavin called out as he kept looking into the cars

"So Negan, are you alone?" He asked as he kept looking. "Yeah, actually I am" I said as I looked with him. "No one special? You know, a friend, a daughter or maybe a wife or a mother?" He asked as he shined his flashlight into one car

I stayed quiet for a bit, afraid if I tell the truth they might find her. "No" I said harshly "woah, okay big wolf, just a normal question, no offense" he said as he raised his hands in the air

"None taken" I said seriously to him. He nodded his head slowly before resuming, "and I beliv-" the asshole couldn't even continue his sentence before a walker grabbed his shoulders and dug its rotten teeth into the side of his face.

He let out a deadly scream, making me back away as I raised my bat, bashing the other walkers head.

There were too many, too many walkers to count. I ran on the highway, dodging every car window as I kept running away from them.

Running for minutes, I reached by the end where there were large bricks making the cars stop from going forward. I was outside Atlanta

I looked around frantically, trying to find a safe place to hide. I ran inside the woods, hiding behind the largest tree I could find, before watching the undead walking forward where I was. They kept going in the highway, getting out of Atlanta.

My breathing was fast and hard, making me clutch my leather jacket as I kept breathing, trying to fucking slow it.

When my breathing slowed down, I felt as if god wanted me to stay alone. I mean if you think about it, the first time where I was with those jackasses, walkers came out of fucking nowhere and ate them, I was the last to survive.

Second, I killed the man who called my wife a whore, turned into a fucking rotten corpse and turned all of the others. And now, the third time walkers came out of literally fucking thin air and tore them to pieces.

When will my turn come? Will I survive? Will I find my wife? I didn't know. I sighed as the herd cleared out, now out of sight.

I found a fallen tree to the ground, going to sit down on it. I took out my botcher's knife, actually appreciating just how beautiful it was.

I sat there for hours, not encountering one damn walker. The sun was setting and I had to source of light at all, making me wonder how I'm gonna sleep or even see a damn foot ahead of me.

Right then, I heard rustling in the trees from my far left, making me clutch the bat and the knife hard. Four legs came out of the tree, revealing a skinny white man with neck length blonde hair, and a white thin woman with also neck length hair, but brown.

"Who the fuck are you?" I asked as I looked at then with wary eyes "I'm Dwight, this is my wife, Sheri" wife

"Negan" I responded before looking down the dirt. "Don't waste my time, three groups died while I was with, get out before you die too"

They looked at each other before responding "but we have a group" Sheri said innocently. I chuckled as I looked up at them "I'm bad luck, woman. Get out" I said harshly "a large group with a leader, we live in some kind of building, why don't you check it out first? You might like it" she said as she held Dwight's hand

I rubbed my beard as I got deep in thought "fine. If you die, that's on you, not me"