Simon always knew you were strong, and so did Negan and everyone else who’d met you, the way you held yourself around the saviours showed it. Unlike other women in Alexandria you often stood up to the saviours, holding your foot down and refusing to be pushed around.

You were both physically and mentally strong, which were both strong weapons in the apocalypse.

If only you didn’t resent the saviours, then they could have used you to their advantage and get what they wanted.

Oh wait-

As soon as the saviours showed up in Alexandria today, Negan immediately informed Rick that they’d be taking someone to ‘help’ with the raiding of an abandoned mall, and quote; ‘if Rick knew any better, he’d let them take you unless he wanted another dead civilian’. He promised he’d return you in pristine condition, but who could trust him?

And furthermore; What could Rick do? What could anyone do when you were being dragged into a van and shoved inside before you could cuss them off?

And so, Today was the most disgusting day you’d ever have to imagine, holding a gun as you walked through an abandoned shopping mall with fucking Simon.

You were paired up with him and were currently on the top floor, listening to him brag on about something you couldn’t give two shits about.

“I had this gun, only three bullets left and I was able to take out a horde-” suddenly you could hear his body fall to the floor.

Looking behind you, you saw a walker on top of him and him barely holding it off as his gun was halfway across the room.

You reacted faster than you could imagine, raising the gun and firing a bullet right between the walkers beady eyes, killing it instantly.

When he sat back up you immediately noticed he was looking at you differently.

He’d never felt this way before, not about a woman like you. Not that any woman in any way was in comparison to you, but you were something else.

He was a man with high standards, which meant it was harder for him to find a woman who he could imagine wanting- and yet, here you were.