Unless you’ve been living under a rock this entire time, hearing the name “Negan” wasn’t an unusual occurrence whether it were good or bad—though everyone would choose to keep the ‘bad’ things they say about him secret so they don’t end up dead.

The Saviors, you’ve heard about them too. The rest of your group always thought you were insane not to be scared of them, and when you met one for the first time you beat the guys ass just to prove that they weren’t anything to be afraid of.

After that, your group made you the leader and eventually word started going around about you.

“We need more supplies. You’re the strongest and the leader so maybe you should get some.” Cowards. That ended up being the last you heard from anyone in your group. You left, came back, and they were all dead. Maybe if they made someone else go, you could’ve saved some of them.

That wasn’t all either, Negan and the other Saviors were waiting for you when you tried to walk away from the scene. “And just where do you think you’re going?” His voice was condescending as he spoke, almost provoking you to make you stay and just try to do something.

Watch out for a man with a leather jacket and a bloody baseball bat, you remembered someone say. You can’t seem to recall their face, but their words definitely stuck with you. Negan.

Long story short, he didn’t kill you, obviously since you were still alive right now. Just in his territory, his “castle” as he’d said.

“You gave us a lot of trouble, you know.” Negan drawls as he sighed deeply and leaned back in his seat across from yours. He sat like he owned the place because he basically did, his legs spread and his bat, Lucille, sat on the floor propped up against the small couch he sat on.

Negan’s voice made it sound like he was annoyed but the smirk on his face said otherwise, like he was using that tone just to see if you’d even care if he was really annoyed. Both of you are in his room after you were practically dragged there soon as one of his men told him you’d woke back up.