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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.

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.