Amnesia (Negan x Reader)

6. Joint Survival

"We're running really low on supplies. We'd barely make it two more days, even if we decreased our food and drink rations." Negan lets out a long sigh. You nodded. You were thinking the exact same thing. If you don't go out scavenging soon, it won't take long for the dehydration and malnutrition to kick in, especially in the very circumstances you are in now.

"You're right. We should pack up and go. The longer we leave it, the worse it'll be for us."

Negan turns his body to face you completely and cocks his eyebrow. 

"We? What about your ankle? I'll go on my own. And hey, who knows, I might suddenly remember where my smart ass has hidden supplies somewhere, because that's definitely something I'd do." He opens up his arms in a questioning stance and chuckles at the last part.

"No. I'm coming with you. My ankle is fine, I can walk on it without feeling excruciating pain." You stand firmly, showing him that you've made your decision and he can't change your mind. No way in hell are you leaving him to go out on his own. You still need to keep an eye on him. He hasn't fully gained your trust just yet.

 "Alright" he says, and starts preparing a bag with everything you need for scavenging, not that you have much. You proceed to help him and soon enough you're both ready to go.

Almost an hour in and a few zombie kills later and you finally reach a cluster of buildings. You cautiously walk up to the door closest to you, while still keeping an eye on your surroundings. Negan places his hand on your shoulder, making you stop to look at him. You try to brush off the tumble of feelings in your stomach. This is not the time and place for your body to react this way. You need to stay focused on the mission.

Negan silently signals to you that he'll go in first, check the place out and then call you in if it's clear. Normally that's your job, but in this case you don't feel like putting up a fight about it. He whistles and you know that's the okay for you to go in. Judging from all the square cardboard boxes strewn on the floor and an image of a pizza on the front, you guess that this used to be a pizza place. You would give everything for a slice of warm, gooey, cheesy pizza right now.

You both search the place inside and out, but find nothing useful. You move onto the next building, what you assume was a small clothing store. Apart from a couple bits of clothing you decide to take with you, there's not much else.

The third building was definitely a supermarket. Most of the shelves were empty, but you luckily find a can of spaghettios and a jar of peanut butter. Not much at all, but better than nothing. You're behind the counter looking everywhere, feeling frustrated that there's nothing else for you to consume. You hear a growl and immediately turn around just as a walker falls on top of you, throwing you to the ground. Not this shit again you think. You grab it by the shoulders, trying to keep it as far away from you as possible. With as much force as you can muster, you bang its head on the shelves around you but it does little damage. Thankfully, it doesn't take long for Negan to grab it from behind, throw it to the back wall and stomp on its head until it's no longer moving.

You lay on the floor for a moment longer, trying to get your breathing back to normal. You brush your fingers through your face and hair, noting that you're sweating from the prior struggle. You move your head to the side and to your surprise you spot something under the bottom shelf.

"M&Ms! Oh my god! And they're the crispy kind!" You quickly grab the bag of m&ms, clutching them to your chest for dear life. You close your eyes and start laughing uncontrollably. Maybe it's not the right time to be laughing, but fuck it, this feels like a Christmas present. When you finally get yourself together, you open your eyes and stare straight into Negan's dark brown ones. You find yourself feeling embarrassed for the way you reacted but feel relief when you notice him smiling back at you. He extends his arm and you accept it, getting back up onto your feet.