Pairing: Negan x Reader
Word count: 1,509
Warnings: Swearing, violence
Part 11 of Runaway
He had one last place to look- the back lot. If that’s where you were taken, there was a slim chance that you wouldn’t have fatal injuries. His stomach dropped as him and the others made their way in that direction, dread over what he had a feeling he would find.
Negan made his way towards the last place you could be, his heart hammering in his chest. His men were nearly jogging to keep up. He burst through the tree line and his eyes went straight to you. There was a wooden pole maybe 10 feet in front of him, which you were tied to. Your hands were tied behind your back, you were kneeling, your head hung forward. He looked to the man on his left. “Find him.” He ordered. His man simply nodded and took off around the outside.
Slowly, he moved forward. He could see blood now, and how your ankles were bound together and to the post. There was something forcing you to kneel, and your wrists were being rubbed raw from your body weight pulling on it.
Kneeling next to you, he held you up with one arm and cut the bindings with a knife. You groaned as you fell into him. The other men were scouting the area nearby, looking for Dwight, and anyone else who might have been involved. “Hank!” He called out, watching as one of them jog over. Negan motioned to Lucille. “You’re with me.” He stood, picking you up.
As he carried you, he made sure you were leaned into his chest. His jaw clenched as he controlled his breathing. He hadn’t even looked closely at you yet, he wanted to get you inside first.