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THIS IS A NEW STORY THAT HAS BEEN GOING AROUND IN MY HEAD FOR A FEW DAYS. SOMETIMES IT WILL FOLLOW THE SHOW AND OTHER TIMES NOT.
I DO NOT OWN THE WALKING DEAD OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS, ONLY MY OWN, WHICH IS OCTOBER.

October paced back and forth in her room at Alexandrea. Every now and then she would look out her bedroom window to see if Rick and the others had come back. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. As much as she hated to admit it, she found herself giving a shit about these people. She didn't want to, but she did. She thought back to the first time she had come across Alexandrea. Rick and his group had shown her nothing but kindness once they realized she was not a threat to them.
October always kept to herself, even when anybody tried to talk to her. She hated people, always had. She was a loner and it was better that way. She learned that if you get too close to someone you get burned. She always used sarcasm when dealing with people.
She looked at herself in the mirror and noticed the hardness in her eyes. She always had that look, but since the shit hit the fan it had only gotten harder.
Her hair was growing out, her blonde and blue streaks becoming faded from too much debris and sun when she was on her own.
She had lost a majority of her clothes along the way, so what little she could salvage, and what she found, served as her only wardrobe. She turned away from the mirror and sighed, lying down on her bed. Her mind began to drift and soon she fell asleep.

A sharp knock on her door woke her abruptly. She got up to see who it was and noticed it was dark out. "How long have I slept?" She wondered to her self, opening the door. It was Michonne. She didn't smile, not that she ever did. They both had that in common.
"Rick wants to talk to everybody in the chapel," she said flatly, turning and leaving. October closed the door behind her and followed.

"Let me make this as clear as possible," Rick said, walking back and forth. "I'm no longer in charge. Negan is."
October sat in the pew watching Rick speak, but hardly hearing him. Michonne had told her about this Negan fucker killing Glenn and Abraham, bashing them in the head with a baseball bat covered in barbed wire. She told her about everything Negan said and about getting half their shit. She sneered; "What shit? I lost most of my shit before I got here."
She could not believe they were gone. Especially Glenn. Glenn was one of the kindest people she had ever met. And Abraham, though he was tough and stubborn, had also been kind to her.
And now this Negan jerk was coming to Alexandrea later to collect "half of his shit" from them.
She dug in her leather jacket and pulled out a cigarette she had found earlier on the floor behind her bed. She lit it and joined the others on the street waiting for Negan to arrive. She approached Rick and stood next to him.
"So what exactly does he want? She asked, taking a hit of her cigarette. Rick shrugged. "Probably whatever he can get his hands on," he responded sullenly. Rick looked terrible. She had never seen anybody look so bad. "Well I don't have anything he'd want."
Rick turned to face her. "He'll want something regardless." October scoffed. "What should I give him then? My used tampons?"
Rick just stared at her funny for a moment, then turned his eyes back to the gate. This was often the reaction she got from people when she was being sarcastic. The sound of engines filled the air, along with car doors slamming shut.
There was a loud banging at the gate. "Little pig, little pig, let me in!" A deep voice bellowed from the other side. Rick headed over toward the gate and started to open it, revealing a tall man with a salt and pepper beard standing on the other side. A barbed wired baseball bat rested on his shoulder. He was dressed in black pants, a white t shirt, and a black leather jacket. His hair was slicked back and he wore a huge smile on his face as he sauntered in through the gate. Rick followed behind, watching him closely.
"Hot-diggity-dog! He yelled, turning to look at Rick. He didn't return the smile. Negan scanned the crowd of people on the street looking at him, until his eyes landed on her.
His smile got bigger.
"And who do we have here?"

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