Catching Up to You
Summary: Charlie reminices about Negan and Daryl
Pairings: Daryl xOC / Negan x OC
Author’s note: Don’t worry, it gets better ;)
I met Negan when I was 26; I had been released from prison after 3 years for possession of narcotics with intent to distribute. I had been a broke kid who couldn’t find a good job to keep a roof over my head and no family to help. Originally I had been sentenced to 7 years, but released for good behavior. I was put on probation and had to do community service work for 6 months. My probation officer got me a job at a community center, working with homeless teens, women and children.
Without a family to live with, I spent some time in a half way home until I finally managed to find a job working at a large retail chain store. My time was taken up by work and community service, so I barely had time to actually enjoy my freedom and to make new friends, as my probation officer had told me I should do so I wouldn’t fall back into old habits. But, I didn’t socialize, hell, I had zero time to enjoy the fact that I had my own teeny tiny apartment.
It was during one of the days I worked out in a park, cleaning it up after a huge Fourth of July celebration. The heat was overbearing and I was sure I was going to be sick by the time I cleaned up the mess families had been too lazy to pick up themselves. I stumbled a bit after having been out there for an hour and a half, and before I knew it, I hit the ground.
I had heard some kids yell, and a man call out to one of them to call an ambulance. My head spun and I felt like throwing up; I tried my hardest to get up, but my body refused. The sun beamed down on me, burning the hell out of my eyelids until a large shadow fell over me. My hand failed to raise as the man with a gruff voice asked if I was alright. My mouth was dry and I couldn’t open it and speak, my throat felt shriveled up.
“Hey, honey, can ya hear me?” The gruff voice asked; he knelt to me, I could feel his warm breath against my cheek.
I rolled my head and managed to moan, “Uh-huh.”
“The ambulance will be here in fuckin’ sec,” the man placed his hands under my arms and lifted me up so easily and slowly. “Can you tell me your name?”
I couldn’t even open my eyes then, I couldn’t speak, I just rested against the stranger, letting the heat take over. Passing out, I fell against him; for a moment I felt his body close to mine, holding me gingerly, like I was fragile, broken piece of China. Again, I was brought to, this time by the sirens of the ambulance, feeling and relishing in the man’s embrace, I whimpered wantonly when I was placed somewhere else.