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" Aw, babygirl. You stop it now. We're just getting started."

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Before the apocalypse, you were afraid of everything. Every little thing possible scared you. Disease. Murder. Dying. All of it. Hell, even after the apocalypse. You were still scared.

Not as much anymore.

That was until, of course, your group fucked with the wrong people. The wrong group. A group you would want working with you. Not against.

His name was Negan. And oh how he pushed your buttons. Tested you. Made you afraid. Angry. Sad. More than half the time he even cleared your mind.

And for that, you were thankful.