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I was out on my own, searching for anyone that may have been in need of help. The folks a couple of towns over had said they’d seen a pregnant woman wondering by.
They tried to help her, but she never would accept it.
I decided to keep an eye out for her as I scavenged.
In the distance, I could hear leaves shuffling and twigs snapping. I paused in the middle of the road, turning my head to the side to listen.
That was one serious advantage that I had; great hearing. At the sound of boots, I took off in a dead run, trying to find a place to hide.
A gun cocked and a man shouted at me, making me flinch, “Don’t move sweet ass!”
I rolled my eyes, holding my hands up.
“Go get the boss,” he whispered to someone.
More feet thundered on the ground.
“Now slowly, turn around and get on your knees.”
I did as I was told.
I watched as a group of men made a half circle around me, all watching me with curious or lustful glances.
“Now boys, back up a bit. Give the lady some fuckin’ room to breath.”
A tall, lean man with dark hair and salt and pepper beard, advanced towards me at a leisurely pace. He had a bat wrapped in barbed wire propped on his shoulder.
He licked his lips as he neared me, squatting down to get down to more my level.
“What’s your name Sweetheart?” His voice, though rugged and smooth sounding, left no room for arguments.
I swallowed nervously, “Y/N Fairway,”
He kissed his teeth at my name, looking me up and down, “I’m Negan,”
“Hel-” I paused, turning my head to the right.
What was that sound?
“Hush!” I scolded Negan.
I focused on the rocky rode, trying to listen as close as possible.
There; I heard it! It was the faintest wail of a baby.
I stood quickly, having all the men point their guns at me.
Negan held up a hand, watching me, “What the fuck is going on?”
I turned in a small circle, pin pointing the exact spot, “A baby!”
I took off running down the road, only to be brought up short at the sight of a small horde of zombies coming from the woods.
That’s what all the leaves shuffling and twig snapping was about.
“Simon!” Negan yelled.
A group of men went over, taking them out.
“Listen Doll, you’re either bat shit crazy or I’m deaf, but I don’t hear a goddamn baby.” Negan said, straining to hear.
I ran towards an abandoned wedding shop, pushing the door open.
I heard growling, snarling and choking as well as the baby crying.
“Help me,” a faint voice called out.
Towards the back was another door, that two walkers were trying to get into.
Negan whistled, making me jump.
The walkers came towards us, snapping their jaws and their arms out stretched. Negan swung with his bat, the thick clunck of wood against skull, nauseating.
The other came towards me. I didn’t have my weapon on me, so I ripped an arm off a mannequin.
Thrusting is forward, it dented in the face of the walker with a wet squelch. The growling stopped as it fell to a heap in the floor.
Not paying any attention to Negan, I ran to the door and carefully entered.
A woman was propped up against the wall, sitting in a pool of blood, near death.
“My… my… baby,” she breathed.
A bloody, gooey covered baby laid between her legs, shaking and crying.
Using the last of her strength, the woman panted out her last words, “Save… her…”
I ripped off my backpack, and took off my shirt.
I had to work quickly before the mother turned.
“Scissors and a shoelace; get them out of the bag, now!” I ordered.
Negan put his bat down, immediately helping me.
I shushed the poor baby, using the shoelace to tie off the umbilical cord. He handed me the scissors, watching me as I cut the cord.
Once that was done, I laid out my shirt and gently lifted the screaming newborn and wrapped her up.
“Hush, baby. It’s okay.” I soothed.
I craddled her to my bra clad chest, letting her have what body heat I had.
“Here,” Negan’s voice startled me.
He stood, taking off his leather jacket and helping me get my arms in. He then zipped it up with the baby against me.
“Thank you,” I said, softly.
He didn’t smile, but his eyes held a kindness that I hadn’t seen in a long while.
The dead mother gurgled, falling to the side and reaching out for us.
I gasped, stepping back as Negan put his arm out in front of the baby and I.
“Go on out in main. I’ll take care of her.”
I waited, gently swaying my body to soothe the hungry baby.
I flinched as I heard the bat connect with the walker.
In the truck, I sat in between the driver and Negan. Fat Joey was his name, I believe.
The baby was doing everything she could to find a source of food. She was sucking on her fist, whimpering and it was breaking my heart.
Negan placed his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him, “We have a doctor and baby supplies at The Sanctuary.”
I nodded, not wanting to speak and startle the little one.
Once there, Negan led me to the Health Hall and demanded the doctor get in there immediately.
He stayed with us as he checked the baby out. It was all good news, which I was relieved of.
Negan then took us to his main home and I saw a gaggle of risqué dressed women lounging around.
They perked up when they spotted me, most glowering and snearing; saying that I was in Negan’s jacket and what right did I have.
From there, a bottle was fixed and warm water was ran in an oversized sink for the baby’s bath.
He helped me out of his jacket, watching as I fed and burped the baby.
“You’re good with her,” he said.
“I use to have a daughter… she was bitten at the beginning.”
“Aww shit,” he cursed, rubbing his hand over his beard, “I’m sorry, Sweetheart.”
I just nodded, focusing on the baby.
He helped as I bathed her, getting all the dried afterbirth off of her new skin.
Negan placed the towel on his chest and hands, ready to take her.
“Don’t drop her now,” I told him, getting her from the water.
“Give me a little credit woman,” he chuckled.
The smile left his face once the baby was in his hands, “Oh shit,”
“Yeah, uh huh. Thought you knew it all, didn’t you?”
He grumbled, letting me wrap the baby up. He craddled her to his chest, shushing her gently.
I wondered if he was a father before the apocalypse hit?