New story! So I got this idea when watching the season finale of Walking Dead. I noticed a distinct lack of women in Negan's group. That's not to say there aren't any as we saw some only a couple of episodes ago. But I think it must take a special kind of woman to survive Negan's men. This will eventually be a Daryl/OC but the first few chapters will establish the identity of some of Negan's group; in particular Negan's girl! *Shudder and gasp* Enjoy and please review. I love reviews!

Chapter 1: Persephone

I wish I could still think of red as a colour. It used to be my favourite. Now it was a way of life; the way of the world; and the way of the damned. Because that's what we all were now.

Dead or damned. I was the latter.

Lucille lay embedded in the head of yet another victim. She brought out the red in people. Not that the poor bastard on the ground deserved it. In a sick twist of fate, Negan had chosen to kill the redhead of the group, a large man who looked like he had once been in the army.

I could hear the heavy, excited breathing of the men around me. They watched the exchange with hungry, savage eyes. Not one of them looked away and not one of them held any pity for the group we'd captured. I thought of all the people we'd killed, the lives we'd stolen and the pity I used to feel. That pity had long since given way to determination. That would not be me.

Sobs broke through the sickening sounds of excitement and my eyes flicked to the source. A woman with dark skin shook with such ferocity that one would think she was having a seizure. She had one knee raised and my stomach twisted as I realised that she had attempted to go to his aid. I knew it was only Negan's threat to the boy mere feet from me that had stopped her.

"He will die," Dwight said from behind her. "So you stay right there, Sweetheart. Or you and the boy will join him."

I returned my attention to the redhead and my gut clenched again as I realised that he had yet to actually die. Tough bastard. He stirred feebly, Lucille jutting out grotesquely from the left side of his neck and head. That Negan had left the barbed bat embedded in his skull while the man was still alive showed how much he wanted this group to suffer.

He sidled up to the bleeding man and I almost looked away when he gave the handle of the bat a rough shake, dragging the barbs further into the man's flesh as he gurgled and choked. Blood welled out of his mouth and I could see the pulsing artery in his neck as his heart pumped his own blood out through his wounds. So much red.

"I'll kill you." The words were spoken so softly, so quietly that I almost hadn't heard. The attention of every man in our group was now centred upon the one who had spoken. The leader.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Negan playfully lifted a hand to his ear, cupping it at the shell. "I didn't quite hear you."

The leader lifted his chin and levelled Negan with a look of pure hatred. I had seen it often. "I said," his voice only slightly louder this time, "I am going to kill you. Slowly."

"No," Negan said, his playfulness vanishing in an instant. "You and your little band of murderers are going to work for me." His lips quirked slightly. "Hell, you seem to have a talent for murder. Maybe I'll get you to kill for me."

"We won't." The other beaten man, the one we'd captured earlier, spoke with a heavy Southern accent. "We won't join yer pack o' psychopaths."

Dwight suddenly seized the back of the man's hair, spitting into his face furiously. "You don't seem to understand," he hissed at him. "We're not asking you to join us. You're going to work for us. You answer to Negan now."

"Or this," Negan grunted slightly as he heaved Lucille from the man's cranium, pointing the head of the bat at the dying man. "Will happen to each of you. Until there are none of you left."

A dead silence settled over the group and Negan smiled in satisfaction. "There'll always be more men," he said, almost mockingly. "And while I could certainly use people like yourselves, let there be no mistake, I will kill you if you prove to be liabilities."

He looked to the redhead again, tilting his head in fascination as the man finally breathed his last breath. A shuddering gasp left the dark woman and I tried not to turn away as I witnessed the flood of tears flowing down her face. I hated when people cried.

Negan sighed. "Bring them," he commanded his lieutenants. "They can work at base until I'm convinced they won't do anything stupid."

Several men moved forward to seize them and Dwight barked his orders at them. "Blindfold and bind them first," he warned. "They're tougher than they look." He laughed as though he had just made some great joke. He moved aside as the group were dragged forward and loaded into the trucks. Negan disappeared into the crowd and my feet moved of their own accord to follow him.

"Celebrations tonight!" Voices hooted beside me and my shoulders tensed as I pulled myself into the nearest van. What was there to celebrate? More than fifty dead and all for a handful of people who probably wouldn't survive the ride back to base?

"Negan will be up for a party," Dwight chuckled as he piled in beside me, clapping the shoulder of Garrison who slid in across from me. Garrison's eyes were alight with something unfamiliar. I stared at him in puzzlement until Dwight finally seemed to notice me, shooting me a broad grin.

"You've been quiet tonight, Princess," he said smoothly with a sleazy wink.

I closed my eyes, letting the mask fall back into place. I wasn't sure anymore if the façade was becoming easier or if I was simply becoming more rigid. I looked at Dwight beneath my lashes.

"Just thinking of all the things I'm gonna do to him tonight," I murmured, tugging on my bottom lip with my teeth.

It wasn't hard and men were so malleable. Dwight's eyes darted to my lips and his face clouded over in lust. "Lucky guy," he whispered and I settled back into my seat, twirling the ends of my long, brown hair as though in contemplation.

"In fact," I said cheekily, "I wouldn't count on him being able to attend the party tonight."

"Cock tease," Dwight groaned, leaning forward and thumping Garrison on the chest. "Didn't I tell you tonight would be worth it?" Garrison shoved his arm away, not out of spite from what I could tell but he did seem rather agitated.

"Sure," he said tonelessly, staring out at the trees as the van pulled away.

Dwight gave a low whistle. "What's eating you?"

"Nothing," he said in a bored voice. "Just don't see the point in celebrating depleted numbers."

I tried not to let my surprise show. Truthfully, in all their conceitedness, I hadn't even considered that some of the group actually cared for the people they'd lost; least of all the men I was currently with.

"They'll pay," I said truthfully. But it wouldn't come from my hands. I already knew what Negan had in store for them and I almost shuddered at the thought. They don't deserve it.

"Later," Dwight said dismissively. "Tonight I wanna party!"

A chorusing jeer of approval sounded from the driver's seat and I subtly rolled my eyes in disgust.

"Besides," Dwight grinned evilly. "Maybe our new guests can join tonight's festivities."

I stood in front of the vanity, dabbing on ruby red lip gloss and giving my hair a final fluff before stepping back to judge my appearance. This routine I'd gotten into felt conceited and contrived but it was how I had survived thus far. And I knew my efforts were best spent here than anywhere else. If there was anything I could possibly do to spare the people we'd captured tonight, it was this.

The door behind me creaked open just as I was arranging myself into an attractive pose against the dresser. I quickly looked down, gauging the heavy breasts that were spilling out of the red push up I had clipped into place only minutes before. Yep, I was definitely damned. I looked up again as the door slowly swung shut.

And just like that, I was alone with Hades.

"Christ, you're beautiful."

I smiled as Negan approached me, sliding myself further along the dresser. The gesture appeared coy but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't because I despised Negan with every fibre of my being. His antics with me had never been cruel and he had never, not once, abused me the way some of his men did the other girls. I think this made me despise him more. In his own way, Negan cared for me and I hated him for it.

My demureness had the intended effect however and Negan's lips quirked to one side. "I was supposed to party with the boys tonight," his said in a deep voice. "But if I'm expected to walk out of here with you looking like that…" He trailed off suggestively.

My hands fell to my thighs and I trailed my fingers up my fishnet stockings. "I haven't seen you much lately," I pouted. "You've been so busy… with work." It was amazing how even when it was the end of the world, men still wanted women who waited for them. As though they were our sole purpose in life.

He raised an eyebrow. "You didn't need to do all this to get my attention, Darlin," he murmured appreciatively, moving to follow me. I slid just out of reach again.

I raised an eyebrow in return. "Clearly I did," I said in barely a whisper, backing up towards the bed.

Negan quickly tired of my cat and mouse game and he moved swiftly, pulling me flush against him. There was a time when my skin used to crawl when I touched him but now, it felt heated and my traitorous body welcomed the contact.

"It's distracting," Negan growled in my ear, nipping the lobe as I gasped. "You know how important my work is. I'm trying to create a new order."

I pulled away, placing my hands behind his neck as I stared at him with wide, green eyes.

"Of course. They deserve everything they get," I lied, speaking of his prisoners. "They don't understand your order." I leaned towards him now, breathing softly against his lips and letting my lashes brush against his cheeks. "But I do," I whispered against his lips. "And I think I deserve a little reward for that, don't you?"

Negan chuckled darkly, playing along as he moved us backward toward the bed. "And just what would you have of me?" He asked, his feral eyes alight as he ran a thumb over my lower lip.

"I need you inside me," I purred, yelping slightly when he hoisted me up around his waist. I curled my legs around him and we tumbled onto the bed.

His hands were everywhere, knotted in my hair, sliding down my legs and moving over my chest. His mouth moved to my breasts as he finally released them from the D-Cup bra I was wearing. Warm, moist lips descended upon my left nipple and I tried to forget who I was doing this with. I gasped, and raked my nails down his back in retaliation. His hiss of pleasure was momentarily drowned out by a knock at the door.

Negan wrestled his lips away from me long enough to hiss at the intruder. "Fuck off," he growled at the door. "I'm busy."

"Boss?" The man who interrupted obviously hadn't heard him. "When can we play with the prisoners?"

"Tomorrow!" Negan all but shouted as my hands stole down to cup him through his leather pants. "Now fuck off before I rip out your vocal cords!"

The sound of hurried footsteps running away as fast as they could sent a thrill through me. The prisoners would be spared one night. But that was all I could give them.

I pushed my breasts into Negan's hands eagerly even as I tugged at his shirt. He quickly stripped himself of it, and shuddered above me as I stroked him through his pants.

I hooked my leg further around his waist and then flipped us. Negan allowed it as I was only slight against his larger frame. His hands moved to my hips as I rocked against him, still protected by a flimsy slip of lacy underwear.

"Your lips," he murmured, his hands forcing me to rock faster against him. "It's like you've got blood on them."

Of course a psychopath like him would think like that.

"Oh yeah?" I murmured huskily. "I'm more interested in the blood," I gave a sharp thrust of my hips against his groin and he grunted in satisfaction, "in here."

His patience finally wore through and he flipped us back over so he was on top. My stalling had come to an end.

"I need you," he snarled. "Now."

I smiled in equal parts satisfaction and resignation. "I know," I mouthed as he ducked down to lavish attention on my breasts once more.