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Disguises

Pt. 2

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You had been with the Savior's since they had begun. It was hard not to be when their leader is your older brother. You were ashamed that you could barely have a friendship without Negan breathing down your shoulder, but as you looked around the empty cafeteria, you decided that the silence wasn’t that bad. Turning your head as you bit into your leftover apple, you jumped at the banging that echoed off the staircases railing. Sighing, you turned the way, getting ready to scold Negan for being loud again. A surprised smile crossed your face as Simon waved at you with the wrench in his hand. 

“Was that necessary, Simon?”

“It absolutely was, princess!”

You stood from your seat with a sigh, shaking your head at the nickname you had warned Simon not to call you. Reaching the staircase, you smacked Simon on the arm before you sprinted up them as he shouted at you in indignation. Having made it up the stairs to the hallway, you rested your hands on your knees as you took deep breaths. Gosh I am so out of shape, you think before you hear footsteps pounding towards you.  Turning your head while you straightened your posture, you watched Simon run towards you with his hands outstretched to grab you. You laughed loudly for a solid two heartbeats before you turned on your heel and ran towards your older brothers office, knowing he would protect you from Simons tickling hands. 

“You’ll never get me~!”, you shouted over your shoulder as you kept running as fast as you could. 

“I wouldn’t count on it, Princess!”, Simon called back to you as he slowed his steps.

Still looking back at Simon, you furrowed your eyebrows when he slowed to a casual walk. A gasp left your lips as you bumped into a solid mass, your hands flying out to steady yourself against it.

“I thought I made it very fucking clear that running was no longer fucking allowed in the hallways.”

You slowly glanced at the person you had run into do despite your thoughts of who it might be. Meeting Negan's eyes, you let a small apology smile take up its usual place your lips. 

“We weren’t running, Negan! We were...walking...like normal people who follow the rules.” 

Your lips formed a pout as your older brother stared at you, not once believing that you weren’t running when he had seen you running since you caught your breath. Shaking his head, Negan placed a hand your head, patting it like you were your childhood dog. You shook him off angrily with crossed arms before a pair wrapped around your waist from behind, Simons voice whispering directly into your ear.

“Got you, princess.”

Glaring at your older brother, you started wiggling in Simons unfairly strong arms with a squeal. Negan laughs at your attempts as he walks towards the end of the hallway, turning back to watch you laugh in Simons hold. He furrows his eyebrows before he disappears from your sights, leaving you to escape Simon and his tickles.

An hour later, after more running and failed attempts of escaping Simon, you both laid on your queen sized bed panting from the exertion. Turning your head to Simon, you pouted at him.

“That was completely unfair!”

You watched as he turned onto side, his beautiful eyes staring into your e/c ones. You mentally shook yourself, you couldn’t ever fall for Simon or your older brother would have both your heads.

“It wasn’t unfair, you’re just too fucking easy to catch and keep still.”

A sigh passed your lips as you thought back to the times you were grossly overweight. When the world had gone to shit, your only choice was to fix your issues or die. You chose to change yourself and even if the apocalypse, you learnt to love yourself and the world... minus the walkers.

“Its not MY fault! You’re too strong! It’s your fault!” 

Simon shook his head at you, your pout growing as a smile settled on his lips. You nodded back at him as you dropped your pout, setting your sights on his arms with a glare. As you stared at his arms, you tuned out everything around you and you began creating fantasies inside your head about how it would feel for Simon to pin you against the wall, his strong arms caging you in. His pillow lips pushing against yours in haste. A strong, veiny hand wrapping itself around your small neck...

“-and you aren’t listening.”

Simons voice pulled you out of your fantasies and a blush covered your cheeks while his laugh filled the room. He rolled himself off your bed as you began spluttering, trying to find an excuse to tell him. He waved his hands in-front of you to stop your ramblings.

“I was just saying we should get goin’ before your fucking brother comes knocking the door down and then my head in.”

You sat upright in a flash, your eyes widening as you remembered you had to accompany Negan, Simon, Dwight and some random Saviors on an ambush mission. You mumbled an apology towards Simon as knocking started on the door. Your hands waved frantically between Simon and the door, nodding your thanks once he got the hint and opened it for you as began pulling off your clothes.

“Well fuck, princess. I didn’t even have to pay for the show!”

You rolled your eyes and threw up your middle finger towards the door, pulling on your black ripped jeans.

“Ha ha, Dwight. Shut up and tell me why you’re here.”

Simon laughed at Dwight's misfortune, a cough covering his laughter as he put on a straight face. You saw Dwight send him a glare before your shirt was over your eyes. When your white t-shirt was in place, you stood with crossed arms, waiting for the scarred man to explain himself. He caught on quickly and you hid a smirk as he stumbled over his words momentarily before he gathered himself. 

“Negan was becoming pissed off that his little baby sister wasn’t by his yet and his right-hand man was missing as well. I was sent to find you, Y/N, but I found both of you instead.”

You rubbed a hand over your forehead as you nodded. You had been expecting a lackey to come search for you on orders from Negan, you were just glad it hadn’t been Gavin. He was a creep. One you never wanted to deal with again. Reaching over to grab your leather jacket, knife and gun, you slung your jacket on and attached your weapons to your hip as you walked past the two men who stood staring at you. Once you were out the door, you looked over shoulder when you noticed the men weren’t moving. Heaving a sigh, you called out,

“Hurry up, oglers! It wouldn’t do to keep my brother waiting any longer~” 

Running a hand through your h/c hair, you laughed silently to yourself before Simon caught up to you and swept you up onto his back. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you stayed on Simons back until he was stopped in-front of Negan, a raised eyebrow greeting you as you lifted your head from Simons shoulder.

“Took you three fucking long enough! Hurry up now, assholes! Don’t just stand there! We got some new pigs to scare into order!”

Your eyes rolled as you followed Negan to his truck, Simon directly behind you as Saviors scrambled to gather weapons and make sure everything was in order. It was time to play, and when Negan wanted to “play”. He did.

Attention

Pt.2

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Being a Grimes was a hard life to live. Your father as an ex-sheriff, mom a cheating whore and your little brother a menace. The apocalypse didn’t help your hatred towards Lori, her cheating with Shane when you all thought your father, Rick, to be dead in the hospital bed you were dragged away from. You felt sort of relieved when Lori passed giving birth to Judith, of course it was rough to lose your mom, but she no longer felt like your mom at that point.

 Carl always hated you for how you acted towards her, but when your family reached Alexandria, you had the chance to explain and his attitude changed drastically. While Alexandria felt too good to be true to begin with, your group melded seamlessly into the community. A few months or so passed with little incident, meeting Jesus from Hilltop, living in a false sense of peace. In the time of peace you had, you were going crazy without music, the songs running through your head never letting you fall asleep easy.

 So, you fixed up an old iPod with hundreds of songs left on it from before the fall of humanity. Skipping through the house you shared with your blood family, you slid on your socks into the kitchen blasting Choke by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME. You were in your own little world of music when Daryl walked into the room, staring you down with an amused look for a little before he cleared his throat. A gasp left you in panic when you slipped and fell onto the floor, your back meeting it on a personal level once more. 

“Fuck Daryl! What the hell?!”

His laugh filled your ears as you grabbed the counter to pull yourself from the floor. You couldn’t help yourself and started laughing at yourself with your boyfriend, his hands clutching his stomach as he keels over. You make your way over and smack his shoulder lightly while wheezing out a small ‘stop it!’. The both of you kept laughing until you slipped again and pulled Daryl down with you by mistake. He landed half on top of you with a grunt as you coughed from his weight being thrown on you suddenly. The laughter stopped after you gave a few more giggles, glancing up to the doorway to see Rick staring you down with that dad look on his face. You panic and push at Daryl’s shoulders trying to get him off of you before your dad came and beat the hell out of his best friend for being on top of his little girl... again. 

Daryl stayed pinned on top of you while your dad stared holes into the back of his head. You pushed at his shoulders more urgently, your eyes filled with panic. The crossbow wielding man suffocating you looked up and over his shoulder at the sound of cowboy boots, knowing that only Rick Grimes wore those in Alexandria. He panicked as well, scrambling off you before your dad could reach you, his hands pulling you from the floor to use you as a shield of human meat. 

“What were you two just doing? You better not have been fuckin’ my little girl Dixon. If you were I swear to whatever god is-”

“Dad! Stop it! We weren’t doing anything...I sort of slipped and fell and... Daryl fell with me.”

Blue eyes pierced yours before finding that you were telling the truth and nodded, clearing his throat and scratching at his head nervously,

“Maggie's gone into labour. We have to go to Hilltop. Doc says we shouldn’t rush it though. She’s not dilatated yet, but she asked for you by her side, Y/N.”

Both you and Daryl gasp at the news, you scrambling to get your running shoes and a sweater to keep warm. Daryl stared you down as you ran around the downstairs floor of the house for your things. Once you collected them, you kissed Daryl on the cheek as well as your dad before you were out of the house in a blur of black. You no longer cared what your father would say to your boyfriend, just focused on getting to your best friend who was going to give birth soon. 

You muttered hellos towards people you passed on your sprint, their eyes wide as they watched you go. When you reached the building you slowed your pace to a walk, entering the building panting and sweating and tired, but that was easily forgettable when you saw the state that Maggie was in. Glenn was at her side as you expected, him not looking the best either as he watched over and talked to his wife. As Maggie looked up at you, relief came over her face before she winced and clutched at her stomach, Glenn grasping her hands in worry. You stumbled to her side, Glenn matching your concern that she waved away even though she looked like the dead wandering outside. 

“Maggie... you are not ok. I’m going to find my dad... you’re way worse than you seem. Stay right here!”, you pointed at her spot in the bed as you kissed her forehead and sprinted away, yelling for Eugene to get everyone to the RV. 

More people watched you like you were crazy, your hair flying behind you and your steps echoing through the safe zone. Daryl, who had escaped your dad started running with you, questions flying at you as you ran. You answered all of them and he immediately broke away to gather everyone in your group for the trip, also wanting it to be as safe as possible for Maggie and the baby. As soon as you reached your house, you called for your dad and Michonne responded in a tone of confusion and calm. You sprinted upstairs after Michonne’s call back, her stopping you from falling as you tripped on the edge of the carpet.

“Dad! Maggie is getting worse, so much worse, we have to go! Right now!”, you tugged on Michonne’s hands, beckoning your dad to hurry the fuck up because he was just staring at you like he found Daryl on you again. 

They both reacted after a minute, shushing noises coming from both of them as Rick walked towards you to gather you in a hug. You sagged into it as Michonne rubbed your back, both shushing you still before Carl walked in and asked why he heard yelling. Then was when you started up again, tugging at you dad this time, ranting about how pale and weak Maggie looked in the bed. Carl reacted similar to you and began panicking, muttering about who would take care of Judith. You insisted that Olivia should but your dad silenced conversation.

“BE QUIET. OK. Y/N, you will stay and take care of Judith, Carl, grab your gun and lets get Maggie to Hilltop before dark. Don’t fight this, Y/N. You know you can’t put Maggie under more stress.”, his eyes met yours and you sighed knowing at every turn for the worse you would breakdown more and more. 

“Ok...”, you turned to Carl again and gripped his shoulders, “Don’t do anything dumb there kiddo. Stay safe and take care of Maggie.”

He nodded and hugged you before he left the room, Rick hugging you once more as Michonne nodded at you. You followed Carl's steps out of the room and back to the streets of Alexandria. You noticed Rosita and Abraham walking from a house and sprinted to them, sliding to a stop in front of them. 

“Don’t let Carl get hurt. I trust you both. I know you’ll keep an eye out for him. I have to stay and watch Judith... be safe.”, you hugged them both quickly before jogging to find the next group of people heading out. 

You came across everyone else already at the RV, Rick holding Judith and waiting for you to approach. You know he knew you would be running around  telling everyone to stay safe and to say a goodbye to Maggie. You grabbed your little sister from his arms, smiling at her coo of content being held by her sister. Your head turned rapidly through the group, searching for your boyfriends gruff expression when you spotted him, Glenn and Abraham helping Maggie out on a cot from the infirmary. You walked over to go through your stay safe speech, Maggie holding your hand until she was in the door of the RV, Rick now helping to lift her into the back onto the bed. Daryl stayed back to give you a peck on lips, you exchanged “I love you’s” and stay safes before he was in the RV and then they were gone. You waved at the RV with Judith until it was out of sight, a sigh leaving you as you walked back to the house to play with your sister before it was time for her dinner. 

You estimated it had been at least two hours since your family had left with Maggie. Having no way to know if they were alright terrified you, but you stayed calm because if you had panicked, Judith would’ve been crying as well and you could never calm her when you weren’t. Your little sister had fallen asleep on you as you had read her a beat up children’s book in hopes of making her tired after eating. When she finally did, you placed her gently in her crib and wandered to the kitchen. You stared at the floor in contemplation of whether or not you wanted water or orange juice. During your decision you may have zoned out... but we don’t mention that. Holding your glass of orange juice, you sighed. This was the second longest you had ever gone without knowing how your group was. It made you anxious, so anxious that you left the house quietly to sit by the little pond near the back walls of the community. The calm water always allowed you to calm your thoughts but as you sat watching the small ripples, it made you more anxious. You had to move, do something with your body because you just could not sit still, your bouncing leg testifying the truth behind your thoughts (unlike Amber Heard). So you got up and began a jog. It was all you could think of until the old crap box of an ipod fell from your pocket. You stared at it reflecting the moonlight before you realized that staring at it wouldn’t turn it on and calm your thoughts as you ran. 

Turning the ipod on and stuffing the headphones into your ears, you started your journey as a light jog. Your pace slowly progressed as you made your way around the entire community, soon enough you were sprinting through streets and weaving around lamp posts under the light of the full moon and stars. The breeze caressed your shoulders as you ran for a while, only stopping when you nearly fell over the edge of a sidewalk. When you did and wiped your brow of sweat, looking around to see where you ended up. Seeing that you ended up at the gates, you sighed remembering why you had began your run in the first place. Time wasn’t really something you were entirely sure of anymore so when you glanced at the ipod time out of habit, you sighed. You never asked any member of Alexandria if they had a clock that was never changed, so your ipod time just read 1:23am. You estimated it might be right but really you just hoped it wasn’t. That would mean that your family had gone for most of the day and night, with no way of knowing when they would be back...well. Until the gates opened for the RV as you had started a slow walk back to the house. Seeing it covered in bullet holes and the look on your dads face as he drove, you knew deep down that something happened. 

Your worst fears were confirmed when the door opened and out stepped everyone except for Glenn, Maggie, Abraham and Daryl. Not seeing them brought tears to your eyes as you rushed to your dad and pulled him into an embrace, looking around for answers. Rick looked like he had died and been revived three times with no proper recovery to look like a human again, Rosita was crying, Carl was dead silent and looking angry if anything. It did not settle well with you as your little brother made eye contact with you and shook his head before he walked away from everyone. No one gave you answers as they all split ways, whatever happened out there shaking them all to the core as your dad sobbed into your shoulder. Michonne was the only one who looked semi-normal, her hand steading you under your dads weight. You stared her down curiously, wanting answers about what had happened and where your boyfriend and best friends were. She just shook her head while staring at the back of Ricks head. You knew that meant it wasn't wise to discuss what happened in front of the broken man. He hadn’t cried this much since... well, since Lori died. 

So, you went along with it and helped your dad to the house, silently as possible bringing him to his room where he could shower the blood off him and maybe regain some thought. When Michonne situated him under the stream of water and sat beside you on the couch, you didn’t ask what happened. You knew she would let you know when she was ready to put into words. The two of you sat in silence, only the water running providing background noise.

“Everything was on plan. We were making our way to Hilltop but we encountered blocks in the road. The saviors put them there. Negan. That’s the leaders name.”, Michonne took a big breath, not knowing how to explain the rest as she stared at her hands, “It was unexpected. They cornered us. Eugene took the RV the route we were going while we ran through the woods carrying Maggie on the stretcher. We were cornered that way too.”

You listened avidly, leaning forwards onto your knees and reaching to hold her hand, Michonne squeezing it lightly in thanks for your silent comfort.

“He made us kneel. On the ground, in front of him. Negan, I mean.”, she corrected herself when she saw your confusion, “There was a lot of them though. He said he was pissed about the outpost we attacked a while back. Said we had to pay for killing so many of his men, even when he sent more to kill us and we killed them.”

Michonne paused and tilted her head towards the stairs where the sound of the shower running was coming from, “Negan took your dad in the RV somewhere... he won’t talk about it. Before that... he took revenge.”

You could see the struggle in her mind on how to word the happenings before the RV trip with Negan. Michonne had just opened her mouth to phrase it gently, knowing you lost your boyfriend and two good friends without knowing it yet when Carl chimed in from the stairs as he walked down them to the kitchen. 

“He bashed in Abrahams head with his baseball bat. Daryl got angry at his taunting, punched Negan, Negan got more angry and based in Glenn’s as well.”

He vanished up the stairs after that, leaving you and Michonne to stare after him in disbelief. On your end it was because you had learned so coldly that two of your friends had had their heads bashed in brutally by a baseball bat, which Michonne soon explained is also covered in barbed wire and called Lucille. You had scoffed at that, as any person would, but the look your dad’s girlfriend sent you had you rethinking your choices. She continued to explain that because of Daryl’s burst of energy and anger despite being injured caused Negan to take an interest him. Which led to the Saviors pulling him from the ground and into a truck to be taken to the sanctuary. 

You had frozen, your mind blank with the thought that you wouldn’t be seeing your boyfriend in a long while despite seeing him earlier and everything was ok. Tears leaked down your face as you shrank into the couch, your entire body shaking as grief washed over you. Michonne rubbed your leg soothingly for a little while until the shower turned off, she then excused herself to go and stay with your dad, knowing you had your ways of dealing with sadness. She was right, you did. Sobbing still and shaking violently, you made your way outside again, walking with your head down until you made it to the gates. It would never be the same and you knew that when Rosita came up to you with tears streaming down her face as well and hugged you tightly. 

As you both stood sobbing into each others shoulders, you knew that you both had just gotten closer, but also that safety was never something you would get again. With the moon casting shadows over your hugging figures as cries of despair filled the night, something had set in steel deep down inside you. You, along with the rest of the community, would never be the same. Not even with Jesus smiling at you from Hilltop.

Attention Pt. 2

Pt. 1 

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When you and Rosita finally moved, it was towards the gates under the now dull seeming moon. The two watching the gate seemed hesitant after seeing your tears, but a solid glare from Rosita had the gate opening. The two of you wandered out with an almost urgent walk, ears already perked for the groans of the dead. Words were definitely not required, the hug speaking for enough of your emotions. You had both lost someone, multiple people you loved in a span of a few hours. 

It was a lot of emotional turmoil but with everything being calmer in a few days time, everyone should be feeling a little better. You firmly believed in that thought even though there was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind. The gravel road crunched under your feet as you both walked in silence. Words felt almost wrong at this point, the sadness becoming palpable enough that when a lone walker roamed from the tree line and towards you two, you stood there and watched it. No knives drawn, just heavy eyes watching the rotting man stumble at you. 

You only jumped into action when the groans finally registered and Rosita walked forward in an almost drunk state. Your hunting knife in hand, you trudged up to the walker and sunk the blade into its soft skull. Its body fell limply to the ground and you stared down at it, Rosita being the one to snap out of it and drag it out of the main road. She made her way in front of you afterwards and grabbed your shoulders.

“There’s an old Costco warehouse a few miles down. Let’s go.”

You nodded with a muttered ‘okay’ as you began the walk that you could only imagine was going to be ankle pain inducing. Though you never minded the extra motivation to get back to Alexandria as soon as possible, you knew that coupled with the emotional pain it would be grueling. As Rosita walked to your right, you kept glancing to your left to keep an eye out for more possible lone walkers. Rosita kept watch of the right while you trudged along the winding roads.

The pair of you got close to the warehouse in about an hour, deciding that running would be good for you both. Reaching the gate surrounding the  building, you scanned it quickly for any breaks in the fence. After you had found none and had told Rosita who had also found none, you both climbed over it as quietly as possible. It wasn’t the best way to get in as it proved an issue for getting out but you were both quick on your feet so you both brushed it off. 

You found an unlocked door around the back of the building, a few walkers trying to chew off your arm only to be met with a swift plunge of your knife into its head. Rosita opened the door as you kept watch around the warehouse, watching for anything suspicious. Seeing nothing immediate you turned and followed Rosita into the building, propping the door open slightly with a metal bar that she had found by the door.  You looked around as soon as you entered, the interior being large and echo inducing. You made eye contact with Rosita and agreed to search together, the risk of trouble while alone in such a large space would be disastrous. 

The two of you walked to the left of the building, eyes scanning the boxes you passed on the way. You would get back to them later but you were still curious. Your curiosity proved helpful when you saw a box of backpacks, pulling Rosita over to open it and pull out the Reebok bags. You both had two on your shoulders and one in a hand while your knives was in the other. Continuing along your original path, you reached the very left side of the place and began opening boxes without looking at what they were. The left side proved to hold tools, pet toys, kitchen appliances and outdoor furniture. Rosita started laughing at you when you pulled a foldable camping chair from its box and then its bag, jumping a few inches the air when it snapped itself open with force. 

After your laughing fest and gathering some tools and kitchen appliances that could easily fit in a backpack, you began making your way to the right side of it. With the results from the very left side being disappointing and the boxes closer to the middle providing non-helpful cook books and pet food as well as cat litter, you and Rosita began to dread the right side. On the way over you both collected some children’s and baby toys for the younger ones at Alexandria. Coming across a few boxes of sex toys had you both doubling over in laughter when Rosita tried to sneakily put a dildo into one of her bags, you grabbing one and smacking her ass with it while shoving one in your own bag. 

Quickly escaping from the boxes of dicks, you made your way to the right side...officially. Reaching it was the best day of your life, the shelves chalk full of candy and bars of all kind as well as alcohol. You and Rosita jumped at each other in happiness, a few single serve bottles of vodka being downed by each of you as you shoved bags of jelly beans, chocolate and dried fruit into one bag. That alone filled a whole backpack to the point of barely being able to close any of the zippers. Rosita did the same, hers filled with the variety of alcohol. You both shoved protein bars and granola bars into your third bag, the empty boxes littering the floor around you both. 

All of your bags now full to the brim of cans and things had you both sighing and searching for children’s wagons to carry more than the backpacks. Finding large ones, large enough to hold you and Rosita as you used curtain rods to race down an aisle of shelving, you filled two each with the backpacks, Rosita running and grabbing more to maximize storage capabilities. Bottle of alcohol filled the gaps between bags filled to the brim with food and smaller things like toothpaste, toothbrushes, Advil, makeup, antiperspirant, some allergy pills and razors for shaving. The wagons squeaked along the floor from too much pressure in some places, making you copy them in annoyance as you both downed an old Pepsi, remembered period materials for the ladies, ran to get them, packed in lots and lots of everything and then left the building.

The sun was just beginning to rise as you walked outside with the wagons, you leaving yours to cut a hole large enough for the wagons in the fence with clippers you had found. You guessed you had wasted away at least 5 hours in the warehouse, the two of you maybe taking a nap and having some... lots of... the candy you had uncovered as well as wagon racing and casual conversations while sat on a porch swing that you had put together to surprise your friend. You may have gotten tipsy with Rosita, a few kisses being given to foreheads here and there, hands being held and makeup being used wrong. 

Thinking back on it made you smile as you squeezed through the gate and lead one of the wagons along as well. Rosita pushed one out to you after you stationed one to the side, this process going until Rosita was the one going through the fence and tying it up with zip ties as well as a chain with a few master locks here and there that you now wore the keys to on your neck. You both dragged the wagons behind you with some trip ups here and there from downhill roads that gave the wagons too much speed which caused them to bump into your ankles. 

You had red ankles by the time you reached the gates of Alexandria again, the lookouts looking very shaken as they opened the door after you waved to them happily. The adamant conversation you were having with Rosita continued as you walked through the gates, your laughter echoing until Rositas whole body language changed. Her shoulders tensed and her face became angry, her hands twitching on the handles of the wagons. You watched her in confusion until you heard Rick call out to you and your attention shifted. 

“Y/N...”, his voice was shaky, teary and it almost sounded like he was about to tell you that your childhood beta fish had died again. 

You were so hyper focused on your dad speaking that you didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. You looked over Rosita one last time in confusion, hugging her quickly before sprinting to your dad after dropping the handles with a clunk against the road. 

“Dad! Are you ok?! I was so worried. I’m so sorry I left without telling you, we just needed some time for ourselves... we found lots of good stuff! We’re gonna be ok. I promise. I’ll personally go back and collect more when we need it! I-”

“Y/N...”

You looked confused as he didn’t reach out to hug you like he normally would, you brushed it off though as you hugged him tightly, spotting Carl standing not too far back watching you with surprise. You gave Rick a kiss on the cheek and pulled a rolled up comic book from your pocket as you made your way to your little brother. 

“Hey you little weirdo. I got you a comic book. And there’s a lot more too so you’ll never be short of them.”, you smack Carl over the head with it as you gave him a hug, his hands wrapping around you as he stayed stoic, not showing any emotion past the slight smile he sent you after you handed the comic to him.

You turned back to say more to Rick when you finally noticed big trucks inside the gates, around 50 or so people staring you down. You cleared you throat and shuffled awkwardly to your dad, whispering loudly to him in confusion.

“Dad... what the actual fuck?”

Noticing he wasn’t answering and glancing towards someone just out of view, you glanced over and froze. The man stood there with a cocky smirk on his face was staring straight at you, not even bothering to hide it in the slightest. His leather jacket hung off his broad shoulders perfectly, the white t-shirt a nice contrast to the dark leather, his jeans hugging thighs like they were about to pop off of him with a single step. What caught your attention was the baseball bat covered in barbed wire sitting in his hand while his other was stroking the salt and pepper beard on his chin. 

You made eye contact with him until shuffling caught your attention and you glanced over. You could tell that the man clearly leading these people was going to say something, but your gasp cut him off. Seeing Daryl in dirty, baggy clothes and in no shoes with his hair super greasy as he stood between two large men made tears come to your eyes when he made eye contact with you. The desperation in his eyes made you forget your surrounding as you sprinted towards him.

“Daryl!”, you were stopped short in your journey a few feet in front of him as someone grabbed you around the waist and dragged you back in front of the man with the baseball bat. 

You struggled against the man the entire time, your feet kicking in the air as you pushed at the strong arms holding you. When your feet were on the ground you waited for a minute, staring intently at the ground until someone cleared your throat. Then you ran. Catching Daryl up in a giant hug, you sobbed into his shoulder as he held you gently, a hand cradling your face as you leaned into it. The eye contact was intense with emotions as he leaned in and kissed you gently, your hands gently holding onto the back of his head as you kissed him back. 

It was cut short when you were ripped away from him again, your feet flailing as you were carried over again.

“Put me down! You great big barbarian! Put me down so I can kiss my boyfriend!”

The man holding you just chuckled as you struggled helplessly, holding you still in front of the boss man again. You glared at the arms around you until they moved with a “C’mon now Simon, let the lady stand.” from his apparent boss. You brushed yourself off and looked at Daryl again but your vision was blocked by the man you guessed to be Simon, his bulging muscles giving him away. You gave up trying to get another look at Daryl and looked up at the leather clad man.

“What? Never seen a girl before? I wouldn’t be surprised.”

You heard a few people gasp loudly at your comment but he just laughed at it and held out his hand. 

“Hello there, darlin. I’m Negan. Who might you fuckin be?”

As you grasped his hand out of habit, you saw his smile grow bigger.

“Y/N... Y/N Grimes.”

Disguises pt. 2

Pt. 1

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Time flew by as you heard reports coming through on the walkie talkies, your own on the dash of the truck. 

“They’re headed south, just as we suspected boss.”

Negan smirked at you and Simon as he responded with a curt ‘good’ before the trucks engine was started again and the pedal was pushed to the floor.

“Here we fuckin go!”

Panic ran through your nerves as you clutched onto Simons thigh with your older brother laughing his ass off at your pain.

“This isn’t funny! You could’ve run us off the road and attracted more walkers!”

Negan just shook his head and slowed down enough for your to see an RV headed straight for where you were now parked. You furrowed your eyebrows and chanced a look at Simon. His eyes were focused on the RV but he had his hands ready and waiting on his walkie talkie and gun.

“Ready boys?”

The walkie talkie crackled with an affirmative response before yelling filled your ears with more gunshots. You sighed in annoyance as Negan grabbed your small hand in his large one and pulled you gently from the truck. You glanced up at him when you felt him lean down, 

“How do you like our new ride, oh sister dear?”

You didn’t respond. You had no need too, and you were going in that RV one way or another. You shook your head and began the small trek towards it, your eyes set on the man with a mullet who was on his knees to the side.

“What’s his deal?”

You paused your walk and nudged a random savior, nodding to the man.

“New little fuckin pig!”

Your head turns to see your brother swinging Lucille at his side while the man on the ground cowers away in fear. 

A hand rubs your forehead as you turn your head the other way to look around for Simon. Not seeing him, you frown and walk to the RV. Glancing around inside you shrug and take a seat at the table. You drummed your fingers on the table while you waited for Negan to join you with whoever would be driving. You jumped in your seat when the door slammed open and bounced off the counter as Negan sauntered in and sat across from you. He winked your way as you stared out the window, a small smile gracing your lips at his wink.

“Let’s get this show on the road!”

A couple minutes passed as you stared out the window in the parked RV, the casual chatter as preparations were being finished greeted your ears when you tuned back in to the world.

“How long until they get here?”

Negan chuckled and reached over to pat your hand which lay on the table,

“Any minute now. Don’t you worry.”

As he finished his sentence, you heard shuffling outside and Simons voice ringing out in the clearing,

“All right! We got a full boat! Let’s meet the man.”

Two knocks sound on the side of the RV and your heart drops as your eyes dart to meet Negan's.

“No killing?”

“You know I can’t tell ya that, Y/N. These sorry shits are unpredictable. Buckle up and wait for your que. You’re the ‘nice’ one, so act like it. I don’t like ordering you around, but for this, it’s important it all goes to plan.”

You sigh and stand to hug your brother as he lets out a sigh to accompany yours. A kiss planted on your forehead has you out of view from the open door even though you know they can’t see much past a certain distance. 

Your back slams against the seat as you kick your legs up and listen to Negan give his usual speech.

“Pissin our pants yet? Boy do I have a feeling we’re getting close.”

You hear his confident walk forwards as you close your eyes, feeling the anger you know is on at least three of the faces outside the RV.

“Yep. Gonna be pee-pee pants city in here real soon!”

Your eyes rolled as you heard the fake glee behind his elongated ‘L’.

“Which one of you pricks is the leader?”

One of the men shuffles forward and you hear a grunt as he tells your brother,

“It’s this one. He’s the guy.”

You sigh as you hear an exaggerated sigh from Negan and a small huff leaves your lips as you realize your sighs were synced. You stand slowly as you hear Simon whisper over the walkie talkie for you to be ready to walk outside.

“Hi. You’re Rick, right? I’m Negan.”

Your hands run nervously through your hair and you sigh, bouncing in your spot. Your shaky hands pick up the walkie talkie and you sigh into it quietly. 

“And I do not appreciate you killing my men! Also, when I sent more people to kill your people, you killed more of my people.”

You shake your head and press on the walkie talkie buttons, 

“Simon, I don’t feel good ‘bout this one.”

“I know, but your brother calls the shots. It’s too late now.”

You toss the walkie onto the table and straighten your jacket to calm your nerves. You double check your holsters for your knife and gun while you tie your shirt into a small knot above your belt.

“Not cool. Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is. But I think you’re gonna be up to speed shortly.”

One last sigh leaves your lips as you steel your nerves and set your game face. Another run through of your hair with your hand and the door swings open.

“Yeah. You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes.”

Negan chuckles as he swings Lucille around in front of the group while you step from the RV into the area beside him. You cock your hip out and cross your arms, looking up and down the line of people, taking each one of them in. 

“You see Rick, whatever you do, you do not mess with the new world order.”

Your e/c eyes take in the confusion on the groups faces as they stare at you, you smirk at a few and watch as their eyes switch between your brother and you for a few seconds with realization filling their scared faces.

“Ah. See, now I realize that my sister here is a stunning sight, but I am the one talking. You look at me when I talk to you!”

You shake your head at your brother and place a hand on his arm,

“Hey, hey. They’ve been through a lot.”

You say condescendingly as you glance down the line again, absorbing the sight of the bulky redhead kneeled proudly and sitting tall, the kid with an eyepatch sitting up tall with no emotion on his face, the dirty man curled on the ground in a blanket with blood soaking through it. Your eyes stop on the woman who's curled over, pale as a ghost and sweating missiles. Concern fills you as you look at her, your façade dropping when you realize her arms are around her stomach.

“Negan.”

You whisper towards your brother as you frantically pat his arm, Simon walking to grab Lucille without instruction as he grabs both your arms to calm you down.

“Hey. Shh. Breathe.”

Your mouth moves with no words coming out of it, your eyes flickering between both of his in a panic.

“She’s- She- you can’t...”

Negan shakes you and blows in your face as you recoil, coughing and taking deep breaths as you rest your head on his chest. You straighten up and gather your emotions, signing to Simon to get you a water bottle.

“Sorry. Sorry. Girl stuff, y’know?”

You hear a laugh leave someone and you turn to the people with a smile on your face before your eyes land on the sickly woman and tears fill your eyes.

“What’s your name?”

You ask the woman in a gentle voice, handing Negan your waist holster to show that you mean no harm. You wait for Simon to hand you the water bottle as you crouch and make your way to the girl.

“Here, please. Drink some. You need it more than any of us and I promise it’s a completely fresh bottle. Look..”

You sit down on the ground in front of her and twist open the bottle, the snap of the seal breaking ringing through the clearing before you reach for her hand slowly and pass her the bottle. As she drinks slowly, you watch as Rick stares holes into the side of your face. You turn towards him and send him a small, regretful smile. A furrowed brow and small frown is all you get in return before he turns away. 

“M-maggie.”

Your head snaps to Maggie as she coughs roughly, your hand going to her back immediately to calm her. You say a thank you as you stare back at Negan for a moment and he immediately knows what you’re remembering. A few years before the apocalypse, you had had a husband with plans for a family and nice future in the country. Your plans went to shit when your husband died in a car crash and you lost your baby in the same accident. 

“I’m Y/N. Do you need anything? Where’s hurting most? Does anyone know if she's dilated?”

You look left and right at her companions and see heads shaking ‘no’. You close your eyes and let out a long sigh. Turning back to Maggie who was sat cowering away from your touch, you whisper soft ‘hey’s’ as she whimpers and groans.

“Did we bring anything medical? Any scissors, alcohol, pain killers, morphine? Bandages?”

You stand quickly and list things out to a savior, Negan clenching his jaw as he puts a hand on your shoulder. You stare him down as he does to you, his eyes conveying his dislike for you trying to help the people who caused a lot of trouble for the two of you. 

“Please. You know why. This is the only time I’ve ever wanted to help two of them. It’ll be the last and then we can keep the speech going and carry on. But she’s nearing critical condition.”

You  whispered to him as you felt the hundreds of eyes on you as you begged your brother to help them out some. Confusion radiated from a few of them, Rick being the one who gave off the strongest waves. Glancing at him and then at Maggie and the man in the blanket shivering on the ground, Negan sighs and snaps at a Savior.

“Hurry it up then.”

His head snapped to Rick soon after, his eyes narrowing at the relief he saw on the cowering mans face,

“Don’t you think I’m done with you pricks yet. My dear sister just happens to have a kind heart towards... people. Not me. And you will regret crossing us, yes you fucking will.”

The cockiness in Negan's tone was enough for Rick to look scared again, new beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and mingling with the dirt and old sweat. A bottle of rubbing alcohol and bandages was handed to you, your brother giving you a look before he went on to taunt the group as you tended to Maggie first, making sure she was warm and giving her pain killers you had in your pocket in case of a surprise migraine. 

Maggie settled down eventually, the contractions being more than a minute apart, so you knew you wouldn’t have to birth a child in the middle of the forest with loads of Saviors and her group watching. You combed her hair away from her face one last time, nodding to Negan and kneeling in front of the injured man. 

“Is it alright if I take a look? You’re bleeding a lot, it could be worse than you thought.”, you held out a hand palm up, waiting for his okay to reach and take the blanket off him. 

A growl is all you got from and you sighed, sitting on your ass in front of him, staring into his eyes.

“Listen, I know you don’t like me already, considering my brother...but I was a doctor before this all. Even if it doesn’t matter anymore, I have PHDs in Medicine and psychology. I know what I’m doing and you have every reason not to trust me. But if that gets infected, you will die a slow and painful death.”

You heard Negan chuckling at you, a ‘that’s my little sister!’ leaving him as he swung Lucille in front of Rick. An eye roll later and a short grunt from the man, you had the blanket off the wound and the area rubbed down with water to clear the blood. Your hands worked gently against the muscle of the man, his hisses and jerks away from your touch making you smile. Normally you wouldn’t be smiling while tending to a patient, but with the sounds he produces and then the way he acts being so juxtaposed you couldn’t help it. 

So, you started laughing. You heard Simon chuckle with you because your laugh was always contagious for him. You probably looked crazier than Negan, sitting in front of this injured man, rubbing alcohol and bandages in hand as your body shook with laughter. 

“And what the fuck are we laughing about over here?”, you heard your brother ask in his intimidation voice.

It didn’t intimidate you and instead had you waving your hands about like a crazy person as practically fell over onto your side as Negan approached with anger written all over his face. Seeing that made you laugh more as tears streamed from your eyes to make mud with the dirt below. Negan chuckled at you which set you off into a new round of laughter. Simon had started laughing at you laughing and crying, so you stood and walked over to him still laughing your ass off. 

Simon caught you as you stumbled into him, his laughter combined with his mustache tickling your neck as he hid in it made you both collapse to the ground. Simon was struggling to breathe as you had straight up stopped breathing. Your faces were both red as a tomato as Negan walked over and cleared his throat. You started laughing more, which caused Simon to laugh even more, your body moving automatically into Negan as you stood and wrapped him into a hug.

“I’m soryyyy!”, you wheezed, still giggling, “I don’t know why I’m laughing!”

A sigh filled you ears past the combined laughter and before you knew it, you were over your brothers shoulder, still laughing as he carried you back into the RV. Being placed on the bed had you wheezing out laughs as Negan chuckled at you and then Simon was thrown in alongside you and you both laughed at Negans pissed off face. 

“Si! Stop laughing!”, you took a deep breath and started laughing harder at the offended look on his face.

“For me to stop laughing, you have to!”, he argued back, his head taking up residence in your stomach which made his head bounce with your laughter. 

This brought on more laughter that you just knew had to be heard from outside the RV, Negan’s voice growing louder to drown out your laughter, but you were too lost in mirth to even notice. His occasional screamed words, when your laughing got too loud, caused even more laughter when you started mocking him. It was sibling mocking, nothing serious, but it threw you and Simon into a fresh round of laughs until you had both passed out on the bed in the back of the RV.