Story cover for Once Saved (Negan x OC) by VanDerLinde87
Once Saved (Negan x OC)
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  • Reads 2,164
  • Votes 90
  • Parts 5
  • Time 57m
Ongoing, First published Feb 08, 2020
History can carry a lot of weight between a man and a woman. History can change loyalties and cause the future to change before one has time to blink. 

Renee Collins comes to that startling, heart-wrenching realization when forced to choose between Rick Grimes and his people versus a man whom she never thought she would see again, Negan Morgan. 

Having thrown away everything for Negan prior to the Apocalypse, would she find herself doing it again?


Negan x OC


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