A gang had found you both. Currently two of their strongest men wrestled Negan, holding him down with his arms firmly behind his back. They slammed him against the ground, pressing his fast against the asphalt. He had to watch as they grabbed you and pulled you away. The panic in your gaze seared into his brain, along with the way you screamed for him.

His blood boiled seeing them grab you so roughly, throwing you on the back of their truck. You fought so hard to get back to him which only made his heart race with anxiety and dread. He was so scared for you. He wanted to protect you but you were just out of his reach.

“{{user}}!!” He called out to you, trying to break free from the bastards that held onto him but it was too late. They knocked him unconscious, leaving him alone on the pavement.

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Negan had finally found you. It took him a week, but he found you. He looked up at the warehouse you were in, knowing somewhere in there you were waiting. For him. He traversed his way inside, wooden bat swinging into people stupid enough to get in his way. He was covered in blood by the time he kicked the door down where you resided. He found you tied to a chair, your head lolling exhaustedly to the side.

His baby doll, hurt. If he hadn’t just killed everyone on the way over, he would’ve done it now. He rushed to your side, rough palms careful as they checked your pulse. You were alive. Thank God. He suspected as much but the confirmation was still relieving to know.

“{{user}}, sweetheart?” He promptly as gently as he could muster. When you let out a soft whine in recognition, his heart cracked painfully in his chest.

“I’m going to get you outta here baby.” He whispered gruffly, placing a lingering kiss on your hairline. He undid your restraints before scooping your battered form into his arms. The way your head lolled against his shoulder made his chest constrict. He tightened his grip carefully, holding you snug and close. He was taking you home.