Apocalypse
PART 9
Summary: You run into someone from another community whilst running from Negan.
Warnings: Some strong language, injury details.
"You one of Negan's?"
You didn't know what to say as you stood there gawping at the man in the bushes. He was scowling at you as he held a crossbow at his side.
"We're tryna get away from Negan." Sam explained, stepping forward. "Who are you?"
"You're really not with Negan?" He asked. It was like he was scared, and honestly, if he knew Negan like you did, you didn't blame him.
"We're not with Negan." You assured him, cautiously walking towards him to hold out your wounded hands. "I promise."
"He do that?" He asked you, gesturing to your injuries.
"Not intentionally, but he was trying to bash my brother's brains in so I kinda grabbed hold of his bat."
"Shit."
"Yeah, and we need help. Are you with anyone else? I know Negan has like a whole army."
"I got a place." He grumbled, seeming kind of stand-offish as he spoke to you. "You hurt bad?"
"It's bad." Dean told him. "She needs medical attention. I know it's a long shot, but do you know anyone?"
"I know someone."
***
Alexandria. That was what he called it. The man who found you in the woods still hadn't told you his name, nor did you tell him yours. But he was offering help, so you'd be fools not to take it.
You suddenly felt a wave of anxiety come over you again as you followed the man through the gates of Alexandria. For all you knew he could be working for Negan, and this could've been a trap. But you didn't see that you had any other choice. You'd be screwed out there on your own, with no real weapons or resources.
A man met you at the gates and once he'd been informed about the situation, he seemed to be okay to let you in, although you could tell he was on edge. Maybe he thought you were working for Negan too.
"So you know Negan?" The man asked you, unease evident in his eyes as he looked at the three of you.
You nodded. "He found us in the woods a while back. We thought he wanted to help us, but it turns out, well...he didn't."
"Daryl says you're tryna get away from him?"
"Yeah, he's probably out hunting us right now."
"You're injured." The man suddenly said, holding his hands out for you to give him yours.
You nodded, letting him gently grip your wrists to see the blood soaked fabric that was secured around your palms. He didn't really say anything as he stared down at your hands, but you noticed how his own hands were shaking.
"She threw herself at Negan's goddamn bat." Daryl explained, before he walked off towards one of the houses in the distance. This place looked like a neigbourhood.
"Did he attack you?"
You shook your head, suddenly feeling breathless at the memory of what had happened just hours earlier. "No, but he was about to kill my brother Dean to get back at me."
"Get back at you?"
"Yeah, I tried to escape but he found out. So he lined us up outside...told me he was gonna kill my brothers and let me go."
"Jesus." He sighed, turning away from you then. "We can help you, but he'll be here soon so we've gotta be quick."
"What's your name?" You asked him.
"Rick."
"Rick?" You breathed out, suddenly remembering what Negan had said to you that first day you met him. "You're Rick?"
"Yeah." He said, a look of confusion appearing on his face.
"Negan told us about you when we first met him. Told us you know what happens when you cross him."
"Alright, let's get you fixed up." He suddenly said, turning to walk towards the houses as you all followed.
This man looked broken. Was this what Negan did to people? Broke them down until they were nothing?
Rick led you into one of the houses and instructed you to sit down at the kitchen table. Sam and Dean stood against the wall, clearly wary of this place. You weren't exactly relaxed either.
Your hands were still burning and you couldn't get Negan's voice out of your mind. He was really going to kill your brothers and let you live, just to spite you. He was evil.
"Hi there, I'm Denise." Someone suddenly said, snapping you away from your thoughts.
When you looked up, you saw a woman coming towards you, a kind smile on her face as she approached. You assumed she was the doctor in this place.
"I'm (y/n)." You replied, trying your best to keep your voice steady.
"Okay (y/n), I'm gonna check your wounds now. Is that okay?"
You nodded before she started to peel the fabric away from your skin, revealing the deep cuts underneath. You hissed when she removed the rest of the fabric, the cotton clinging to your open wounds as it was pulled away.
"Okay well it's starting to clot so that's a good sign." She said, her voice remaining positive the whole time. "I'm gonna clean the wounds now."
You simply nodded as she dipped a cloth in a bowl of water, gently dabbing it across your palms.
When Denise took out a needle and thead, you immediately squeezed your eyes shut to try and block out what was about to happen. You'd always hated needles and you knew that this was gonna hurt like hell.
Your eyes remained closed the entire time she was stitching the wounds and she actually had to tap your knee to get your attention when she was done. You opened your eyes to see your hands were now wrapped in fresh bandages.
Denise then gathered the supplies and stood up, looking down at you apologetically. "I won't be able to give you any painkillers because we can't risk Negan finding out. But you should take the stitches out after about a week or so."
"Thank you." You smiled. "But what do you mean, Negan will find out?"
"Oh, you don't know."
"No."
"He comes here for our supplies. Drugs, food, weapons." She explained. "If anything's missing he'll find out...and he uh...someone'll be punished."
"God he's such an asshole." You scoffed, standing up. "I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch."
"You all done in here?" A voice suddenly came. Rick was standing at the front door, visibly stressed as he tried to hurry you along.
You nodded as you followed him out of the house, Sam and Dean close behind.
"Look, we don't have much we can give you." Rick told you, before handing you a hatchet from his belt. "Now you have to go, because if Negan finds out-"
"We get it." You assured him, taking the weapon from him. "Thank you."
"Just...don't let him find you."
"We won't."
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