[Poker Face 2//Negan fanfiction] Fourteen months after the fall of Negan and the Saviors, Aven still doesn't remember the events that brought her to the Kingdom, nor does she remember where she got her tattoo or the scar on her throat. What she does know is she's being lied to and she can either live with it or make a change, but even in a functional, friendly community she feels trapped and alone, powerless to get back on her feet and lead a fulfilling life. But only a few hours away sits her savior, the piece she doesn't know she's missing. He's been complacent in his misery, but he'll start to feel like his old self again once he learns that his last flicker of hope is still alight. [I do not own The Walking Dead or its characters] This is the sequel to my fic, Poker Face, which I recommend reading first. This is a rough work in progress and updates will be slow.
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