Note: Sorry the Negan one is so long. I wanted his exact words, but then he talked for fucking forever. I ended up giving up and cutting him off.
“And who might that be?” Asked Rick, pointing to a girl with (h/l), (h/c) hair teaching kids how to shoot a bow.
“That,” replied Morgan, “is Y/n. Why do you ask?”
“I guess she just caught my eye.”
Although Rick had come to talk to your leader Ezekiel about an impending war, he might just have to stay a little while longer now.
“Pissing our pants yet?” Said the man, who you assumed was Negan, as he stepped out of the RV. The man sent shivers up your spine. “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting close. Yep, it’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon. Which one of you pricks is the leader?” You stayed kneeling on the ground, terrified of what may happen. Negan was holding a baseball bat with what looked like barbed wire on the end, and you had a feeling it wasn’t used for anything cute or cuddly.
“This one,” said one of the men from the treeline. “He’s the guy.” He pointed to Rick. You assumed that by ‘he’s the guy’, the man didn’t just mean the leader. Rick was the guy who took down the outpost, along with the rest of you. Negan sighed.
“Hi. You’re Rick, right? I’m Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people.” Negan sounded almost excited, nearly joking. Although he was completely serious and obviously very angry, the man was somehow able to sound lighthearted. And it was more terrifying than if he were angry. “Not cool. Not cool. You have no idea, how not cool that shit is. But, I think you’re going to be up to speed shortly.”
What did this man have planned here? You thought. Surely he was going to kill all of you. You only hoped it would be quick, and that the damn bat was just for show.
“You are so going to regret crossing me in a few minutes.” Said Negan softly, looking dangerously into Rick’s eyes as if he were searching them for Rick’s emotions. Then he smiled a terrifying smile. “Yes, you are.”
Everything about the situation was unsettling, and every fiber of your being was screaming at you to run. If you weren’t frozen in fear, if you weren’t afraid of the men surrounding you, you would have. But even though all of your sensors were buzzing, you knew that if you moved you would die.
“You see, Rick, whatever you do- no matter what- you don’t mess with the new world order. And the new world order is this. And it’s really very simple. SO even if you’re stupid, which you very well may be, you can understand it. You ready? Here goes.” Said Negan. With every word, his speech grew longer and your heart beat faster. Every beat of your heart filled you with dread and made you sink lower to the ground. “Pay attention. Give me your shit, or I will kill you.” RIck looked up at Negan, although he was obviously afraid your strong leader still managed to show defiance on his features.
“Today was a career day. We invested a lot of time so that you would know who I am, and what I can do. You work for me now.” For the first time, Negan made eye contact with you as he paced in front of the group. “If you have shit,” he smiled cockily, “you give it to me. That’s your job.” He continued to pace, looking at every single one of your friends.
“Now I know, that is a big, nasty pill to swallow. But swallow it,” continued Negan, sneaking a glance back at you to wink, “you most certainly will.” It disgusted you. Had you been meeting any other way, you would have been able to take in his strong, broad shoulders and neatly trimmed beard. Now, however, all you could notice was the bad in his hands and the hate in his heart. You could not see the beauty in a man who you were sure would kill somebody tonight, and no doubt take pleasure in doing so.
“So, Rick.” Said Negan as he walked back towards you, a suffocating fear making its way up your insides and into your throat. “What have we got here?” Negan got close to your face, close enough that you could smell the leather of his jacket and feel the warmth of his breath. Mustering all the courage you could, you spoke.
“My name is Y/n.”
“Damn, a woman who speaks up herself instead of letting their leader do it.” Negan smirks. “I happen to find that pretty fucking attractive.”
“Fuck you.” You said, even though all of your cells screamed at you to let it go. However, even through your fear you knew that this would be a big moment and that you needed to stand up for yourself.
“Well lookie here at that!” Boomed Negan. “She’s got quite the mouth on her. I wonder what else it could do.” Negan stood up, pointing at the treeline. “Simon, get her in the RV.”
Ignoring your protests, screams and kicking, the man named Simon grabbed you and dragged you to the RV. And in that moment, you knew that your life was going to change completely.
“Y/n,” said Daryl as he came around the corner. The two of you had a few classes together but never talked other than maybe saying “excuse me” in the high school’s hallways.
“What do you want?” You ask softly, wiping away your tears in an attempt to look less weak.
“I, uh, heard what Merle said to you today at school.” He said quietly, making his way over to where you sat.
“Well, don’t worry about me,” you muttered with a sniffle, “he’s right. Besides, I know he’s your brother. Have you come to make fun of me too?” Daryl immediately grabbed your face softly, making you look into his eyes.
“Y/n, he may be my brother. But that doesn’t mean I agree with him. He told you that you were flat-chested and ugly, but I came here to tell you that it’s a damn lie.” Said Daryl truthfully, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your temple, surprising you. After doing so, he hurriedly got up and rushed out the door, leaving you to process what the hell had just happened, and what the hell he had meant.
You open the door to your apartment as you hear a soft knock. You had ordered pizza nearly half an hour ago, and you were starving.
“So, that’s a medium (Favorite topping/s) pizza, an order of breadsticks, and a small-” said the delivery boy, cutting himself off when he looked up from the receipt to look at you. “Cheesy bread,” he finished.
“Yeah, that sounds about right.” You say, deciding to ignore his odd behavior. “The girl on the phone said it would be around $25, is that right?”
“Y-yea. It comes to $22.29.” He said, stuttering and blushing after he did so.
“Here, I’ll give you a twenty and a five, keep the change.” You said, handing him the money in exchange for the food. “Hey, are you alright?” You asked the boy.
“I’m okay.” He said, turning to walk away as you closed the door. “Wait,” he said before you could close the door completely. You open it back up.
“Could I maybe, get your number?” He asked, looking into your eyes. You could tell he was nervous. You smiled, he was pretty cute.
“Here,” you say, flipping over the receipt and writing your phone number on the back using a pen you borrowed from him. You gave the receipt back to him, and he seemed a bit shocked. “My name’s Y/n, by the way.”
“I’m Glenn. Glenn Rhee.”
Hearing a car coming down the street from your current hideout in a small boutique, you ran outside. Whatever had been going on had not been happening for too long yet, only a couple weeks to a month, but you knew by now that those things couldn’t drive.
When you made it outside, you saw that it was actually a large truck travelling down the street. Hoping they would stop, you made your way into the road and began waving your arms. The truck slowed to a stop and two men got out. The man who seemed to be in charge walked closer to you, pointing a gun. His hair was fire-red and his mustache matched.
“Who are you?” Boomed his voice.
“M-my name is Y/n.” You replied meekly, afraid of the gun he was brandishing, or rather the fact that it was pointed at your head.He noticed your fear and realized that you meant no harm. He pointed the gun at the ground instead.
“Well Y/n, I’m Sergeant Abraham Ford. Pleased to meet you.” He said.
“Uh, nice to meet you too.”
“This,” he said as he motioned to a man behind him sporting a dark mullet, “is Eugene. He’s a scientist. He knows how to put a stop to this whole thing, all we have to do is get him to Washington D.C.”
“You’re welcome to come with us. I’ve been missing the company of a woman.” Abraham smirked, and you let out a small laugh. Maybe a group was what you needed in this apocalypse.
Carl spotted you as he walked around Alexandria a couple days after they arrived. The sun was just setting, and it illuminated your face beautifully as he passed you. He smiled in your direction, and you returned the smile. He took that as an invitation to speak.
“I’m Carl, my dad’s the leader of the group that just arrived here.” He said, extending his hand. You took his hand, shaking it and feeling the callouses.
“I’m Y/n, I’ve lived here for almost 6 months.” You reply.
“Well Y/n, I hope I get the chance to see more of you.” Said Carl as you parted ways.
“Me too Carl. Me too.”
After wandering on your own after your group was attacked by a horde of walkers, you were luckily found by two men on horseback wearing full body armor. They took you back to their home, calling it ‘The Kingdom’, which wasn’t a bad name considering the fact that it was huge. After a day to get cleaned up a bit and rest after weeks in the woods, they took you to meet their leader. Expecting a creepy older man calling himself ‘King’, you were politely surprised when you looked into Ezekiel’s big brown eyes.
“What is your name, my lady?” Asked the King in a deep voice you could certainly get used to.
“Uh, my name is Y/n,” you say awkwardly, unsure if you were supposed to bow or not.
“Well, Lady Y/n, I am King Ezekiel. Welcome to the Kingdom.”
Paul “Jesus” Rovia
This was it. After years of going strong, this is how you would meet your end. Standing on the roof of your car that had shut down, you looked down at the walkers surrounding. Although there were only three, there was no way you could evade them without risking severe injury to yourself. And thanks to your forgetfulness, all of your weapons were still in your car. You screamed in vain, knowing that nobody would hear you. Knowing that it was only a matter of time before you would have to give in and let the monsters devour you.
A loud noise from behind you made you jump, almost losing your balance on the vehicle. You turned to see a figure pulling his knife out of the walker’s head before proceeding to the next. You watched as the figure easily plunged the knife into the second walker’s skull, and then the third’s. After they were finished, they looked up at you, extending a hand. You took it and allowed them to help you off the car. The figure pulled down the bandana covering the majority of their face to reveal the very handsome man beneath.
“My name’s Paul, but mostly everyone calls me Jesus. What’s yours?”
“My name’s Y/n, and everyone mostly calls me Y/n.” You reply, trying to be witty. It works, and Jesus cracks a small smile.
“Y/n, would you like to come back with me to the Hilltop? It’s a group of survivors. It would be better than out here on your own.”
You nod, following him after grabbing a backpack full of supplies from your now-useless car.
“Hey,” came a voice softly as the bench next to you squeaked. “Are you new here? I haven’t seen you around, and you were sitting by yourself at lunch so I just assumed.”
You turned to see the source of the voice only to freeze. The man you recognized as Negan’s right-hand man was staring back at you. You just stared, not saying anything. Suddenly the man got up to leave.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry. I forgot about the whole face thing. I’m just going to-” he stopped as you touched his arm.
“Yes, I’m new.” You responded. “I’m sorry too, I’m just surprised that you would be talking to me. Aren’t you usually with Negan?”
“Well I couldn’t just let a pretty girl sit by herself, could I?” Replied the man as he sat back down with a smile. You blushed and looked away. “So what’s your name?” He asked.
“Y/n. Y/n L/n.”
“Well, I’m D. Or Dwight. You can call me either.” He told you with a smile. You could get used to seeing this ‘Dwight’ more often.
“Well, well, well.” Said a man’s voice as a dark figure approached your hiding spot in the abandoned warehouse. A man with a mustache peered behind the boxes, looking at you. “What have we got here?”
“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, “I didn’t know somebody was already here. I thought this place was empty. I’ll just leave, please don’t hurt me.”
“Oh, I wasn’t planning on hurting you. I don’t like hurting pretty women. Do you want to leave this warehouse? And leave the life of running from place to place to avoid becoming walker food?”
“Well then honey, come back with me. We call ourselves the Saviors, and as long as you contribute you can make our Sanctuary your home. I’m Simon.”
As a newcomer to Woodbury, they quickly put you to work in the small hospital due to your experience as a nurse before the apocalypse.
“Y/n,” said Linda, the head nurse, and your boss. “You’ll be taking care of Merle Dixon today. You haven’t met him yet, he just got back from a run. He only has a few minor wounds, but he can be a huge pain to us nurses. I know you haven’t been here long, I can take care of it if you would like.”
“Linda, I may not have been here long. I have however had my fair share of difficult patients. I think I can manage.” You say, waving her off as you make your way into the room he was supposed to be waiting in.
“Suit yourself,” she said and went back to whatever paperwork the Governor was wanting her to fill out.
You walked down the hallway until you found room 3, the name on the door reading “Merle”. You opened the door slowly, peering in to make sure he wasn’t sleeping. A man, who you assumed was Merle, was sitting on the bed with his legs swung over the edge.
“Merle?” You questioned, bringing his attention to you as you shut the door quietly behind you.
“Well shit, they sure have upgraded the nurses since I left.” He said with a smirk. You blushed at the compliment.
“Well thank you, I think. What seems to be the problem?” You ask, trying to ignore the eyes on your body as you looked at the table full of supplies in the corner of the room.
“Well Sugar, I just got back from a run and I happened to get a little banged up. Just a couple of cuts is all, nothing major but the Governor was wanting me to come in any way.” Merle said. You grabbed a couple of bandages and supplies to clean any existing wound and got to work.
“So, you never told me your name.” Said Merle as you wrapped a larger cut on his arm, pretending not to notice how well-built he was.
“My name’s Y/n.” You told him.
“Well Y/n, I am glad I got to meet you. Because you are one hot nurse.”
“C’mon, Rick! Aren’t you gonna fucking say hello?”
Time froze as you looked around the block, soaking in each and every detail of the situation.
Everyone in Alexandria had crawled out of their homes to see this evenings entertainment.
Rick and Daryl sat feet away from each other in front of you, both in an obvious shock. You exchanged fear with Tara as you could see her scheming in her head what she could do to keep you all safe. Negan continued to lock you into his prison of a body, one arm looped firmly around your neck with the other pressing a hand gun into the right side of your skull. You closed your eyes in an attempt to calm yourself down. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5..” you counted down to yourself, “Come on, just make it to 10.”
“Look at that.,” Negan’s voice scratched at your ear as he whispered his taunts just to you. “Finally reunited after weeks of asking me to bring him back and now they won’t even fucking look at each other. That? That’s power.”
His gun pressed harder into your head, “I think we should give those shits a little nudge, don’t you?”
“Al-fucking-right, Alexandria. Fasten your seat belts and listen up closely because we are about to play a very shitastic game I like to call, ‘answer my question, or I’ll blow someone’s fucking head off.” You suddenly felt sick as your eyes darted to the crowd, trying to watch everyone at once. “Let’s start with…” he trailed off as he squinted his eyes, scanning the crowd before landing on Eugene. “Mullet man. Arat, let’s get a shotgun on this fat ass.” Rick pressed his head to the concrete as he heard the gun cock on his friend behind him. Your quivering, heavy breaths filled the night as you saw Eugene break down into tears causing a chain reaction from those around him doing the same. “Question one goes to the lucky lady who refuses to leave my arms.” Placing his chin in the crook of your neck his stubble pierced your skin sending chills throughout your caged muscles, his grip becoming even tighter. “Do you love Rick?” Looked down at Rick who slowly lifted his head off the road, his head facing you but his eyes darting anywhere else but there.
Taking a few deep breaths, you responded frankly, “Yes.” Negan looked between you and Rick, adding a dramatic pause to the game you couldn’t decide if he had planned out or not.
“Question 2. Arat?” Pushing Eugene to the ground she locked the gun behind the next head. Aaron. “Rick. Do you love your wife?”
Rocking back and fourth on his knees, he quietly stated, “She’s the best thing I’ve found in this world.”
Your jaw dropped as the water works syndrome hit you, sending sporadic tears down your cheeks.
“HEY!” Carl broke Negan’s trailed off ramblings as he ran into the bull pit, his wide eyes assessing the situation.
“Thanks for showing up, kid. Now we can really fucking begin.” Negan ceased stumbling with his pockets, returning focus to the obvious important matters at hand. “Let’s get some action on that pretty dark haired woman over there, the one with the nice titties.” Arat then positioned herself behind Tara, making you weak at the knees. You exchanged looks as she remained confident in the face of death. She was like a sister to you and while seeing anyone killed today would break you, seeing her die would kill you for months to come. “Alright, Dix. I haven’t heard enough of your talking today.” He walked the two of you closer to Daryl who had remained stationed on the gravel since he came out of the truck. “A few weeks ago you had the pleasure of walking in on this fine lady and I. You made some claims, said some shit, made a fucking scene of yourself. I can appreciate that. I get it.” Your head rolled back as you slowly put together where he was going with this. “What was it you said we were doing? I’m getting old and my memory is sad as shit sometimes. And of course out good friend Rick wasn’t at the fucking scene, so I’m gonna need you to bring us allllll up to date on what happened.” He sat motionless, his stubbornness getting the best of him. “Let me remind you of the rules for this little game were playing. You don’t answer? I’ll blow her head off. You give a wrong answer? I blow her head off. So this whole fucking silent stick up your ass cover you got going on? Not your best decision. I’d think you would’ve learned after Lucille banged…oh hell. That Asian guy? Whoever the fuck he was, she fucked him real slow and sensual just for you!–”
“I walked in on them. Rick I-I saw them. Laughin’ and shit with the baby, sleepin’ in the same room.” Daryl spoke softly as if he was trying to only let Rick be the one exposed to this information, but naturally that wasn’t going to work for the big boss.
“Alright, okay. Here’s what I’m gonna do. You got 5 seconds on the clock, and you’re gonna say exactly what you said in my room or Arat’s gonna fuck that woman’s head like a virgin.” You saw Arat put her finger on the trigger, almost expecting Daryl to fuck this up.
“5, 4, 3-”
You strained in his arms, itching to scream out what he said. God, please Daryl just fucking say it. FUCKING SAY IT!
“I said you were fuckin’ and that he was never going to forgive you.”
Negan slowly backed up with you, pretending to look confused.
“But hang on, they just said they loved each other? Does that make any goddamn sense to you?” Resuming his grasp around your neck from behind, he walked you closer to the hostages on the ground. “But wait, now I’m starting to fucking remember.”
“You and I had a conversation, didn’t we? Back when you decided to take advantage of my services,” With his every word, Rick cried his way further into his hands, “I offered to have my men take you home. To this fine ass town called Alexandria! But, but ya said something that I can’t quite remember. Something about…Rick, maybe?” You couldn’t stand his taunting any longer, but you couldn’t muster up the courage to say it aloud. “Oh honey, I know you heard the rules. Making me repeat them would be a choice you could fucking regret for the rest of your god damn life.” He motioned towards his right hand woman once again. “Arat, down in front on that feisty one we dealt with a few weeks ago.” Rosita fought as two saviors helped to keep her hostage with Arat, the ticking time bomb behind her. “How’s that memory now, any fucking clearer? Cause I have a feeling when that ‘holy shit’ feeling settles in, if it hasn’t already, is going to be pretty fucking shocking. Don’t make me as you again.”
You had to do this. You had to say it, or people would die. There was no escape, there was no option B, this was it. Wheezing in one more glass of air, you closed your eyes and began your confession. “I–I told you that..that Rick and I..” You looked up at the sky, searching for help and strength from anything to get you through this, the tears slowly resuming. “weren’t married and that…that we weren’t married and Mary, Mary i-is his but-”
“But the baby was…”
“Only his idea…” You barely got the words as you quaked in his grasp, unable to look at Rick.
“And what did I say when I offered you could stay.” His voice became low and stern, drawing out every word with more and more emphasis, his rage teetering on the edge.
“I’m not holding you against your fucking will.” You whisper made it to Rick and back as you felt the people of Alexandria closing in on you with their hatred.
“Huh.” He leaned into you, “And I’m the one he wants to kick out.” He laughed as he addressed the crowd one more time. “Alright you shitheads, we have one more question for you tonight.” He locked his head onto Rick. “Rick, Rick, Rick. Always the man of the fucking hour.” Knocking your knees out, you fell to the ground on all fours in front of him, both of you scheduling peeks at each other so it wouldn’t occur at the same time. Negan squatted behind you, completing the circle that looked like it was about to partake in some fucked up story time. “Now just a bit ago I asked you if you still loved your wife. I now realize that may have been insensitive, seeing as though you two are not exactly on the same fucking page with that. But I’m gonna ask you again and I really want you to be honest with me, alright? Just put your balls right on the fucking table so we can all see them.” he paused, “Do you love your wife.”
That was it. “God please, no stop i-”
“Hold on there, Princess. I do believe that fucking question was not for you.” He situated the gun on your head once more before turning back to Rick. “You know I won’t ask this shit again.”
Between sniffles and sobs, Rick dug his nails into the pavement before letting out a broken, “Go to hell.”
Taken back by his bluntness, you felt your jaw drop slightly as Negan barely had the same reaction. Standing up he rubbed his gloved hand over his face sweater, the stubble scratching his leather creating the only sound amidst the silence. “You know, Rick,” He stated with a sign, “I don’t have to, but she does.” With one whistle, you heard the shotgun echo throughout the streets as Rosita’s body tumbled to the ground, her life and brains blown right out of her.
“You could’ve stopped that, Rick, you cocky son of a bitch!” You started to feel lightheaded as his words began to sound like tattered lines of string flowing in and out of your system. “Now where is that baby?” A savior came over placing Lucille in his arms. “I want to see that fucking angel.”
He locked onto your jaw, choking you as he held you up with his one hand, Lucille in the other. “I said you fucking owed me, didn’t I? I’m a man of my fucking word.” He turned to the crowd yet again, “Uncle Negan’s ready to fucking play.”
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