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Amc The Walking Dead S7E12


The Walking Dead “A Farewell to Fans From the Fallen”: Glenn Rhee | Steven Yeun
Everyone stands up to hug and kiss our favorite Pizza Boy. 

My Savior

8. “She’s missing, not dead.”

A/N: I enjoyed writing this, let me know if you want a part 2

        The italics are flashbacks.

5 weeks.

You had been MIA for 5 weeks. It was normal for you to be gone a week or two, but not this long. Carl was worried and it was starting to show. He paced the living room floor while biting his thumb.

Rick watched his son with intensity. He let out a deep sigh before speaking up, “She’s missing, not dead.”

“How do you know?” Carl snapped as he continued pacing. “Everything in this world’s trying to kill you. If it’s not the walkers, it’s other people.”

Rick dragged a hand down his face before replying. “You’re worried about her, I get it. I worry about Michonne when she goes out too. It’s called love.” He emphasised the word love, but Carl didn’t seem to notice or he didn’t seem to care.

“Michonne’s different. Michonne’s a fully grown woman who can take care of herself.” 

“You don’t think Y/N can take care of herself?” Rick questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“I do,” Carl sighed and stopped pacing. “It’s just, she’s been gone 5 weeks! Glenn and Abraham died in those 5 weeks. She wasn’t there so she doesn’t know about the ‘Saviors’. What if she’s hurt? Or dead?” He mumbled.

Rick was just about to reply when Aaron ran into the house. He bent over, placing his hands on his knees and panting.

“Rick,” He wheezed. “Negan… He’s here.” He managed to say between breaths.

Rick was out of the front door in a second. Carl was just about to walk upstairs when Aaron turned to him, still breathing deeply.

“You’re gonna want to see this.”

You had been gone 5 weeks. Somebody had to be worried about you. Didn’t they? Carl probably was, Carl was always worried about you.

You had been gone two weeks and it was going fine. You usually went out on long runs to gather supplies or map out areas where you knew there would be lots of supplies, so that you could take it back to the group. 

You were walking down one road and you got a feeling that someone was watching you, but when you turned around there was no one there. You kept walking, trying to ignore the feeling that something bad was about to happen. That’s when a group of walkers surrounded you. You had been so lost in thought that you didn’t notice them sneak up on you. You looked around desperately trying to find an opening, but to no avail. There had to be at least 23 walkers. Once you realised there was no escape, you faced one of two options: either die, or fight and try to survive. You took down 5 of them with ease and you were about to take down another one when the sound of gunfire filled the air. You closed your eyes, covered your ears and crouched down. When the gunshots stopped, you opened you eyes, stood up and saw the walkers blown to bits.

“Well what do we have here?” 

A man with a salt and pepper beard, wearing a leather jacket with a baseball bat slung over his shoulder walked up to you. He had a smirk on his face that was accompanied by dimples. He stood two feet in front of you and when you made eye contact, the hard look was replaced by sadness.

“Naomi.” He murmured just loud enough for you to hear.

How did he know your mum? Surely it was a different Naomi…

You shook your head. “Y/N.”

The sad look disappeared and was replaced by the cold, harsh look again.

“What?” He snapped.

“You called me Naomi. My names Y/N.” You replied with a small smile knowing that this Naomi must have meant a lot to him.

Realisation dawned on his face and he cleared his throat. “Well then, Y/N, you seem to look like you can handle yourself around those bastards. How about a place with me and my men?” He gestured around him and you only just noticed the group of 30 men sat on bikes and in trucks.

You were about to refuse and tell him that you had somewhere to be but before you could, he clapped a hand on your shoulder and laughed.

“Guys, lets all welcome Y/N. She’s our new Savior.”

You sat in the truck bouncing your leg nervously. You were on your way home. So why did you feel so nervous?

Negan placed his hand on your knee to stop it. “Calm down.” He insisted.

You had spent 3 weeks with Negan and he was one of the nicest men that you had met since the apocalypse had started. 

Sure, he carried round a bat with barbed wire on the end and he made people kneel in front of him, but we all have our quirks, don’t we? 

In those 3 weeks that you had spent with him, he had explained that he had a daughter called Naomi before the apocalypse who looked exactly like you, but she didn’t make it.

He gave you your own room, next to his so he could keep an eye on you, and he made sure that everyone respected you. You were sure that he was only doing this because you reminded him of his dead daughter, but he assured you that it wasn’t.

“You have potential,” He had told you. “One day, you could become a fucking great leader, like me!”

As you pulled up to the front gates of Alexandria, you started to feel nervous again.

“This is gonna be good.” Dwight, one of Negan’s men, whispered to you.

You watched as Negan walked up to the gate and banged on it with Lucille, you stood a few steps behind him but in front of the other Saviors.

“Little pig, little pig, let me in!” He swung the bat over his shoulder as he usually does.

Spencer opened the gate and you nearly cried with joy because you were so happy to see a familiar face. 

He just stood there and stared at Negan.

“Well?” Negan asked, bending his knees a little. 

“Uh… Who are you?” Spencer asked.

You wanted to scream at him for being so stupid. Could he not see you? Why didn’t he just let you in?

“Oh you better be joking,” Negan looked too cheerful. He lifted Lucille off his shoulder and held her in the air. “Negan, Lucille. I know I had to make a pretty strong first impression.” 

Has he met them before? You were just about to ask him what he meant and then Rick came into view. He stopped behind the gate glaring at Negan, he hadn’t spotted you yet.

Negan turned to Rick. “Well hello there.” A few seconds passed and Negan lowered his voice, “Do not make me have to ask.”

“You said a week,” Rick stated, moving to open the fence. “You’re early.”

“I missed ya.” Negan replied, the sarcasm dripping from every word.

A walker emerged from behind the trucks. 

“Oh, Rick. Come on out here, watch this.” Negan invited, walking passed you and over to the walker. “Callin’ it!”

He swung his bat and you watched as it hit the walker and he fell to the ground.

Negan turned round with a grin spread over his  face. “Easy peasy, lemon squeezy!” He sing songed. 

You turned back round towards the gate as Negan stood besides you. If Rick hadn’t spotted you before, he had now.

“Alright everybody,” Negan announced, turning towards the group near the wall. “Let’s get started, big day!”

You eyes widened as you saw Daryl stood with them. He was wearing a jumper with an orange ‘A’ on it. How long has he been with Negan? Why hadn’t you noticed? 

You followed Negan and Rick into Alexandria, your home. You watched as Negan’s group spread out and walked into houses, taking things.

“What’s happening?” You asked Negan.

“He’s stealin’,” Rick replied before Negan could get a word in.

“No, Rick. I’m not stealing. You said half of your stuff belongs to me, remember?” Negan turned towards Rick with the same smile that he had on his face as when he killed the walker.

When did Rick say that half of his stuff goes to Negan? When did he even meet Negan? 

You were about to ask him this when another voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

Reunion [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Summary: You and Rick were together at the prison, but were separated during the Governor’s attack. Eventually you walk up to gates of a community called Alexandria, desperate and hungry.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, unprotected sex, abduction attempt

Words: 2,578

A/N: Sorry for my terrible gun description, I know nothing about them.  

Originally posted by spycedhunniwyne

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