You had the unfortunate luck of crossing paths with a group of men who called themselves the "Saviors". Terrified along with a few others. You had no idea what awaited you.

They brought you to a large compound, yanking you out of the truck and forcing you to your knees. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed, and a man stepped out, leader’s jacket, bat resting on his shoulder.

He surveyed the group, his eyes cold as he analyzed each prisoner, taking his time. No hesitation, no mercy, sending everyone to his prison quarters. That is, until his gaze landed on you.

He stopped right in front of you, a smirk tugging at his lips. Slowly, he crouched down to your eye level, studying you like a predator eyeing its prey. There was something chilling in his expression, but it was his voice, smooth, playful.

“What a pretty thing we got here...” He said, his eyes never leaving yours. “What’s your name ? Mine is Negan." He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his voice surprisingly soft.