No Means Yes (Negan x Reader)

Chapter 1: Blessing In Disguise

- After receaving a severe injury during one of her usual scouting trips, Y/N gets tied down in Alexandria to recover. The rift between her and her father grows larger but her mind can barly focus on that when someone else is demanding her attention. Not that she'd mind. -

This is such a waste of time, you think to yourself as you look at the map in front of you. It's already way past midnight and all you want to do is to catch some much needed sleep. Your group met up in your kitchen, fighting over where to go for the next runs and while you are the town's scout, your opinion seems to matter little to nothing to your father.

There is not enough food left for much longer, leaving the town's scavengers with the task of figuring out where to go next and to add some more pressure does the next run have to be a guaranteed success, or your people will either starve or someone will get a meet and greet with Lucille.

After the talk you had with Negan, he gave your father two weeks to find enough food. But one week is already over and because of your failure two days ago there is almost nothing left, not in the pantry, not in the sewers.

Rick is leaning above the kitchen table with his hands, his jaw tense in concentration. Daryl is nibbling at his thumb, Sasha and Rosita sitting at the table in silence and Michonne is pacing back and forth.

A large map of Virginia is spread out across the table with several pin needles used as markers. You look at a red one that's sticking out of Lexington. You've been there on your last trip. A passing herd of walkers forced you to crash in there for the night. While on the run from the walkers, careful not to get detected, you had no choice but to take shelter in a motel that was probably already run-down before the apocalypse.

When you inspected the room you ran into, you noticed a hole in the floor and before you could react the complete floor gave in and you fell two stories down. After the dust settled, you crawled out of the rubble agonizingly slow, every fiber of your body hurt like hell. Your lungs burned with every breath you took and moving made you want to cry out in pain.

The fact that you survived the fall at all was nothing short but a miracle.

But you couldn't rejoice at your luck for long, attracted by the noise, the horde slowly moved towards the motel and you heard the moaning soon after you managed to pull yourself into a standing position. The two bags you had with you were still in the rubble, but once you leaned down to grab them the pain got overwhelming. The walkers got closer and eventually you climbed out of a window, groaning out in pain as you squeezed yourself through it and started running again a few streets back to your car, leaving the loot behind.

"No, that's too dangerous." Your father finally says from his side on the table, running a hand through his hair.

You roll your eyes in annoyance. "There are two already packed up bags. We just have to get in and grab them."

"No." He insists in a harsher tone this time. "You could have died, Y/N."

"Yeah, so what? The floor already came down, it's not like it will do that again."

"We'll pick 'em up." Daryl quietly announces. "When we head for Richwood, it's practically on the way, might as well go grab 'em."

Finally some progress! You look back at Daryl and suggest, "I can draw you a map, the window should be large enough for Sasha to fit through."

"Sounds good to me," the other woman says.

"Fine," Rick agrees, though not whole-heartedly. "Now we have to make a plan for team C."

You voted for walking among the dead again but was quickly shut down by Michonne. The groups are too weak for that and although you agree, you don't see any other way around it, since every other suggestion of yours was denied. Still you try, "There is still Hanover in Pennsylvania."