Title: Warrior Princess
“I really wish you wouldn’t go,” My father, King Ezekiel stated, helping put a bag in the back of my vehicle.
I sighed, cracking my neck, “Dad, I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself,”
“I know… just watch yourself.”
I nodded, “I will,”
Seeing the both of us stand next to one another, you’d think we were brother and sister or even cousins, but that wasn’t the case.
I was the product of a teen pregnancy. Mom was 14 and Dad was 15.
I’m 32 years old now, at least from what I could tell by the calendars that we had laying around.
Dad patted my back and walked with Carol to the infirmary.
Arriving at Alexandria, I was on the mission to check up on their weapons. The last that was heard, the Saviors took all their ammo and artillery, leaving them with just a few knives.
I had my own stash of guns that I was willing to give them. Rick was very apprehensive when I told him, but I was going to deal with Negan and the Saviors if need be.
“When are they suppose to be here?” I asked Rick.
I nodded, “Listen, I will take care of this, don’t worry.”
Harsh knocking on the gate made the folks outside jump.
“Speak of the devil,” Rick muttered, as we went to the gate.
He opened it, a small army all standing behind Negan.
Negan’s grin stretched wide when he saw me.
“Well hello there!” He said, bending back slightly.
“Negan,” I folded my arms across my chest.
He walked through the gate, stepping as close to me as possible, but I wouldn’t dare flinch.
“Where ya been? I missed ya,” He said, biting his lip.
I rolled my eyes, “Come off of it Negan,”
“Oh baby, I would. Just name a time or place,”
“That’s enough!” Rick growled.
While still looking at me, Negan’s brows furrowed as he addressed the irritated sheriff, “Now was I talkin’ to you Rick the Prick?”
Rick chewed on his cheek.
Using his finger, Negan bounced his hand in Rick’s direction, “No, no I was not.”
“Let it be, Negan.” I warned him.
Again, he got in my space, practically rubbing his body on mine, “Or what Sweetheart? What are you gonna do?”
My eye twitched and my nostrils flared. I spund around, calling to him over my shoulder, “A word in private, Negan!”
“Oh, I do hope the Principal gives me a spanking!” Negan said, gleefully.
I walked into Alexandria’s armory, slamming the door shut and locking it as soon as Negan was inside.
He pushed me against the closed door, his hands going up my shirt, palming my breasts as he attacked my neck with nips.
“Fucking turn on, baby,” he growled.
“You… can’t… be… doing that shit!” I panted, holding on to his waist.
I felt his tounge draw lazy small circles on my pulse, making me ache for him, even though I knew it wasn’t right.
Just as I was about to moan loudly, a sharp knock sounded on the metal door.
“Goddamnit!” Negan cursed, backing away from me.
He manhandled his hard length, readjusting himself as I fixed my shirt.
“Y/N!” Rick called, knocking again.
Negan’s chest heaved as he pointed to the door, “I’m gonna kill that mother fucker!”
“No you’re not, Christ almighty!” I hissed, trying to fix my bra.
The rest of the time, Negan pouted in between running his tounge over his bottom lip and giving me dark sultry looks.
As soon as Rick went on his way, Negan was all over me again.
He was rough and damn near primeval, “I want you so goddamn bad, baby.”
I groped him, giving him a good squeeze, “Not here.”
I leaned over and whispered into his ear, “Meet me out in the abandoned house outside the gate.”
“Fuck,” he cursed on a breath, “I’ll fuckin’ be there, baby.”
I gently pushed him away, going about my business as if nothing had happened, “Oh I know you will,”
Turning to face him, I quickly lifted my shirt, flashing him my breasts. I laughed as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
Later on that night, long after the Saviors left, I snuck out to the worn down house.
The wooden floor creaked, my weight nearly too much.
“Took you long enough,” Negan said, scaring the hell out of me.
His dark chuckle told me I was in store for some rough lovin’.
He came over to me, pausing when loud gurgling could be heard from outside through the broken windows.
Two walkers spotted our shadows, fumbling over their rotting limbs to get to us.
“Shit!” I yelped, pulling a hunting knife from my belt.
Negan grabbed my shirt, yanking me back, “If one more mother fucker interupts us; dead or alive!”
More walkers surrounded the house, knocking on the dilapidated wood and broken windows.
“You’re lucky as shit that I brought this!” He said, shoving my beloved sword at me.
“What the!? How the fuck did you sneak off with this!?” I demanded, pissed.
“Don’t give me that look Buttercup! I was gonna fuckin’ surprise you!” Negan had to raise his voice over the loud noise.
“What!?” I yelled, the house creaking badly.
“I had it sharpened for you! Merry fuckin’ Christmas, Happy Goddamn Birthday and a Happy fuckin’ New Year!”
My face went slack at his admission. Awwww! Negan was being such a softie!
Dirt fell from the ceiling as the wood began to crack.
“Open the door on my say so!” I twirled my sword, mindful of the freshly sharpen blade.
Before I could count, I grabbed a fistful of Negan’s white tshirt and yanked him down to me. Our kiss was hard and harsh, basically us telling each other to be careful.
“Don’t fuckin’ die on me.” He said, before going back to the door.
Though our communities were vastly different and the circumstances not at the very best that they could be, we still cared for each other.
“Same; don’t be a dick and leave me alone,”
He nodded and waited, Lucille at the ready.
He yanked open the door, letting in tens of walkers.
I swung my sword left and right, lopping their heads either completely off or in half. The fell in a heap, giving us enough space to run.
It was difficult trying to make our way through the decaying bodies. I hated to say it, but we had to split up.
“Go to gates and tell them to let you in!” I shouted.
“Fuck that fuckin’ shit! I’m not leaving you out here alone!”
I shoved my sword through the eye socket of a walker that had snuck up on Negan.
I pushed him away from me, “Do it, NOW!”
“Shit,Y/N!” I heard Negan yell as I took off running.
I jumped, yelled, screamed and even threw shit at the undead, egging them on to follow me.
I found a cliff not too far from Alexandria, where some had fallen over. Others had advanced towards me and I had no where else to go.
By the time I had finished with them, I was covered in head to toe with blood. My already curly hair hung in wet, blood stenched ringlets.
My eyes even began to burn because of the smell.
The lookout above the gate of Alexandria shouted for the others.
I shuffled my feet, my body aching from the exhaustion.
The gate opened enough for me to squeeze my body through.
“And just what the hell were you doing out there!? Where the hell is Ezekiel’s daughter!?” Rick barked out.
“You might want to watch your fuckin’ tone Rick the Prick.”
Rick looked over Negan’s shoulder at me, promptly making Negan spin around.
I stood, my body swaying. Slowly, as the last little bit of adrenaline left me, my body began to shake.
Negan ran to me just as I passed out.
“What’s the name of that one show?”
“Shit kid, which one? There’s a fuck ton of shows.”
“The one with the woman. She had a battle cry and sword.”
“Xena: Warrior Princess,” I croaked out.
“Holy shit!” Negan jumped out of his seat, “You scared the hell outta me woman!”
“What happened?” I asked, wincing.
“You were covered in guts and gore.” The kid said.
“Beat it,” Negan told him with a lift of his chin.
The kid scurried out of the room, his sneakers squeeking on the floor.
“How the fuck are you, baby?”
“Sore. My body feels like dead weight.”
“Dehydrated and exhaustion. Scared the flyin’ fuck outta me.”
“Sorry,” I whispered.
Neagn leaned down, his signature grin showing his edible dimples, “Have to say, you did look hot as fuck.”
“Shut up,” I snorted.
“Serious as shit, baby. Had me rock hard! When you get healed up, I’m gonna fuck the ever lovin’ hell outta you.” Negan vowed.
He chuckled, “Make you scream like that warrior chick.”
“Xena,” I laughed.
“Yeah, Xena,” Negan chuckled, dipping his head down to kiss me.
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