Amnesia (Negan x Reader)

5. Getting To Know You

Negan wakes up just as the sun starts to set, which means he'd slept through most of the day. His healing body must really need all the energy it can get. He sits up, looking confused with his eyes half open and his brows furrowed. You must admit, he looks kinda cute.

"How long have I been out?" he mumbles.

"My guess is roughly eight hours." you say back to him, a ghost of a smile gracing your lips.

"Damn, the whole day?" he utters, not making it clear whether he's asking you or himself. "Have you slept at all?"

"No, I went out to explore the area. There's not much out here. Which could either be a good or a bad thing" you say, not meeting his gaze.

"Here, you should sleep on the sofa tonight. It's only fair." He gets up and points his hands to the direction of the seat.

"But you're still hurt, you won't be able to sleep on the floor"

"I'm sure I'll be fine for one night. I've had enough sleep, I'm wide awake now! You look like you really could use some rest."

You hesitantly sit on the sofa, your body melting into it. It feels great to not be sitting on a hard surface for a change. You gently massage your arms, neck and legs, letting all the tension go.

"I didn't get your name" he states. 

You debate whether you should tell him the truth but can't see how it could do you any harm. "It's Y/N."

"That's very fitting" he replies, looking you up and down. You re-adjust yourself, feeling uncomfortable by his gaze. You turn around to look out of the window, up at the moon, wondering where you're friends are now, what they are doing, if they are safe. You feel homesick. You imagine being back in Alexandria, Rick training you how to fight, baking cookies with Carol, hanging out with Karl, Michonne letting you practice with her Katana, Daryl making you laugh..Oh how you miss those guys.

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You wake up with the sun in your eyes and as you look down by your feet, Negan is sitting there with his back to the sofa. He must've sensed you moving, because he opens his eyes as well.

"You were right. I couldn't sleep completely on the floor" he admits with a chuckle.

"Here, you can lie on the sofa again. I'll get you some more antibiotics. You feeling any better?" You push yourself off the couch, making your way to the first aid kit.

As you turn around, he's already lying down and you hand him the pills. Your hands slightly touch and it gives you this weird feeling in your stomach. You don't quite get what it is. Fear? Uneasiness? 

He lets out a 'Thanks' as he takes a swig of water. It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep again. Damn, that man can sleep.

Being left with your own thoughts again, you decide it's time. Time to leave. On your own. You were crazy to even think of staying with this madman. Yes, he might have amnesia now, but who knows when he'll get all his memories back and snap out of his 'nice guy' facade. Or his men might come looking for him. This is one of their outposts, of course they would look here eventually.

You can feel your anxiety rising again. If you're going to leave, you need to do it now. You quickly grab a can of beans, some painkillers, the bat and you're gone. As soon as you are out of the house, you start pacing quickly, worried he might wake up at any minute. You have no idea where you're going, but you know you'll find your way out. You always do.  And you've had plenty of practice these past couple of years ever since the  whole planet turned into zombie land.

You've been walking for about thirty minutes, no living or dead thing in sight. Your mind starts wandering back to Negan. Is he still sleeping? Has he figured out you're gone yet? Should you have left like that? You shake your head and that cloud of thought disappears. 

All of a sudden, a pair of rotting arms are reaching up towards you. It startles you, taking you completely by surprise. The lower half of its body is missing, so its just crawling on the ground. You step aside to avoid its grip, and you notice a bear trap just in time to avoid it. In doing so, your feet tangle with each other, causing you to fall over. The pain hits you immediately. You reach your arm down to your left ankle, gripping it to relieve some of the agonizing pain. But it doesn't feel any better. You tightly shut your eyes, trying to focus on bringing your breathing back to normal. 

As you open them back up, you see that the zombie has started closing the gap between you. It's almost at arms reach. You grab the bat from beside you, lifting it as high as you can and when the crawler is close enough, you aim at its skull with force. It takes another go before the crawler stops moving.

You sit there panting, trying to gather your thoughts. Your hands are digging into the soil beneath you. Out of nowhere, another of the dead ones appears from the tree beside you. It's so close that you don't even have the time to stand up. It leans down towards you and you grab the bat once again to defend yourself. In a split second it topples over you, its weight crushing you beneath it. You use the bat to keep its face as far from you as possible but you can only hold it so long. You can feel your elbows bending as your arms become weaker. That's when the zombie falls to your side, completely still.

You look up and your eyes meet Negan's. There's worry in his expression. He extends his arm to you and you take it. "Are you okay?" he asks. Before you can answer, pain pierces through your ankle as you put weight on it and let out a whimper.

"Shit, are you hurt?" he exclaims, putting his arm around your waist for support.

"A crawler appeared out of nowhere, and then I had to avoid that bear trap and fell over. Then this other other one started attacking me and I didn't have enough time to flee" you explain between breaths. 

He helps you slowly walk back to the hut. You're limping and have your arm around his shoulder. You get inside and sit on the familiar brown sofa. You can't believe it took you thirty minutes to fuck everything up. Thirty minutes. You were alone for six months and you fended for yourself just fine. You try to get away from this amnesiac murderer and you almost manage to get yourself killed. Great job Y/N.

"I'm not going to ask what you were doing out there" he states. There's a hint of disappointment in his voice.

You're in too much agony to make up some excuse or defend yourself. You swallow the painkillers he gives you and let him examine your foot.

"I'm no doctor, but I think it's just a sprain." He's kneeling down next to the couch, and looks up at you with a grin as he says that. You let out a chuckle, grateful that he's trying to distract you from the pain.

He props your leg up, placing his jacket underneath your foot.  You sit like that all day, moving as little as possible; doctor's strict orders. The painkillers have eased the pain and the food Negan gave you has taken off the edge of the hunger you felt earlier.

'Just one more day' you mutter and fall into a dreamless sleep beside the man who saved your life.