Negan Fanfiction X The Walking Dead
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 16m
  • Reads 353
  • Votes 19
  • Parts 3
  • Time 16m
Ongoing, First published Oct 27, 2016
Sophia is a seventeen year old girl who has been trying to survive amongst the walker's outbreak. Her worst nightmare was getting eaten alive by a group of walkers, until she meets a cold, sadistic man, Negan. 

He is her worst nightmare now.

After her and her group are taken hostage by this man and made to work for him, she gets closer to Negan and realises that there is more to him than meets the eye. 

Is it possible that a relationship can blossom between them?

Story told through Sophia's and Negan's P.O.V
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BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.