Title - Exception To The Rule
Chapter title - New Arrival
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Romance/Drama
Disclaimer - I do not own The Walking Dead in anyway shape or form. I only own the plot points surrounding this series.
Chapter Word Count - 2062 words.

Summary - Flick said she wouldn't talk to him. Flick said she wouldn't join his group. Flick said she wouldn't be his wife. Flick says alot of things she doesn't mean. (Negan mini series)

A/n - A ten chapter, smutty in places, Negan mini series. Have fun (:
Please leave a review, I'd greatly appreciate it. Hope you enjoy, xx (:

The world had gone to shit some time ago. Felicity Parker, now known only as Flick, a childhood nickname, had learned to survive. She had learned how to fight, how to scavenge and how to kill. She knew what needed to be done and when to do it. But she was also able to admit when she was out of her depth and needed help. And when she finally realized that if she kept running on her own she would soon be dead, she joined the first group that she came across.

It was a fairly large settlement, camper vans and RV's parked around a large field. They'd put up metallic paneling around their home to keep the dead out and for the most part, everyone was happy. The community was growing at a fast pace which should've been a good thing, except there were cracks in the leadership, flawed plans that were poorly executed and just as many deaths as there were new arrivals. Flick was there for three months before she decided she needed to move on, find a group that was more capable. No one in this group liked her anyway.

But then they showed up. A group that called themselves the Saviors. Apparently Nate, Flick's groups leader, had had some sort of roadside fight with a few of their men. There were deaths on both sides but the Saviors leader, a man yet to show his face, didn't take it lightly when his men were killed. Most of her group were scared, realizing that they'd finally fucked with the wrong people but Flick didn't see an issue. Her people were running scared trying to find a way to fight back but she kind of agreed with their new opponents.

From all accounts she'd heard, Nate picked the fight, Nate pulled his weapon first and fired the first shot. Nate was to blame. And if Nate had any ounce of a back bone, he would've been leading like the other group anyway. He would care about the fate of his people and wouldn't send them out on suicide missions like he so often did, because god forbid Nate get a scratch on his perfect tan that he worked on almost daily. Honestly, who puts a man like him in charge. Total prima-donna.

The first time they visited there was a tall man with a stellar mustache who introduced himself as Simon. He instructed his men to take half of their food supply and promised he'd be back the following week, probably with his boss, their leader, Negan. Flick had been standing by the food van when they arrived and took a step to the side as they started to take what was now theirs. She watched them as they worked, noticing a woman with a tattoo on the side of her neck lifting a huge box of canned soup.

"Need a hand?" Flick gestured to the box as the woman stared at her for a second, bewildered by the question. She nodded once and Flick took one side and helped her move the load to their cars. "Is it a violet?"

"Huh?"

"The tattoo on your neck, it's a violet isn't it?"

"Uh, yeah." The woman was clearly not used to people from other groups engaging her in a conversation.

"It's nice." Flick smiled and pulled the left shoulder of her shirt down, revealing a rose and vines covering the entire shoulder. "I got one too."

"Cool."

"I'm Flick, by the way."

"Connie." The woman straightened up as she stared down at the girl. "What's with the accent?"

"I'm from Brighton, originally."

"England?" Connie frowned. "What are you doing over here?""World went to shit and I missed my flight home."

Connie chuckled, leaning on the side of the truck she'd arrived in as someone cleared their throat behind them. Flick turned and saw Simon watching the two of them with a half frown.

"Are you helping us take your shit?" He tilted his head to the side in his confusion as Flick shrugged.

"It was a pretty heavy box and I don't see the point in causing more trouble." Simon stepped closed to her, pointing a finger in her face and she struggled with the urge to step away from him.

"You might just be the smartest person here, kid." He straightened up and ruffled her hair, laughing when she swatted his hand away.

"I'm 25." She turned and walked away, ignoring the glare of Nate who had been watching the whole exchange.

He was furious. After the Saviors had left he turned on Flick immediately. Why was she talking to them? What did they say to her? Was she on their side? Had she been one of them before? Flick listened to every question, smiled politely, climbed into the RV she shared with two other women and shut the door in his face. She could hear him shouting himself red in the face but she found the old Walkman she'd spent a month fixing and slipped the headphones over her ears.

The following week she watched through the window as Simon emerged from the truck, smiling in that kind but oddly intimidating way that he did. She saw Connie climb out of another, scratching the back of her neck as she looked around the camp. Flick fully intended to talk to her again, something about the girl said she'd make a good friend, but she was waiting. She wanted to see who this big bad leader of theirs was before she made herself known.

She watched them pile out of their trucks, idly wondering how many of them there were. It was like watching a group of clowns pile out of their clown car, only slightly more scary. Then she saw him. He had been in the same truck as Simon, climbing out with a smile that said he hadn't a care in the world. He was tall and slender, his hair was slicked back and he had a baseball bat, wrapped in barbed wire resting on his shoulder.

In the old world, he would've been any other guy walking down the street with a cocky attitude and too much arrogance. In this world, he was the boss, that much was obvious. Flick didn't need to go and talk to him to see it. She watched him for a few minutes more before she finally left the RV. The Saviors had been instructed to go through each vehicle and take whatever was worth something. Flick thanked her lucky stars that she didn't have keepsakes or sentimental items. All she had was her hunting knife that she kept tucked safely inside her boot and even that wasn't special. Just the first weapon she had laid her hands on and killed her first walker with.

She glanced around, spotting Connie coming out of an RV with a jewelry box in her hands. It belonged to one of the older women and Flick had told her multiple times that the jewelry didn't mean anything anymore. It was just metal and stones. She smirked a little, satisfied that the woman would finally be forced to come to her senses.

"Something funny?" Connie asked when she spotted Flick across the way.

"Nothing." She glanced at the wooden box. "You don't strike me as the jewelry type."

"I'm not but Negan's wives would like it and I'd be in good light for finding it."

"Wives plural?" Flick raised an eyebrow and Connie nodded. "Playaaa." The two of the giggled together and Flick struggled to remember the last time she had giggled. Laughed, sure, even chuckled... But giggling like little kids in the school yard?

She left Connie to her work after that, meandering around and saying hello. She soon found that Connie was the nicest of the Saviors, the others merely grunted in response or ignored her completely. One even shoved her out of his way despite the fact she wasn't even in his path. Eventually she settled for sitting on the hood of the car she had arrived in. It was a old blue Saturn S-Series and it was a hunk of junk. But it ran and it kept her from walking everywhere so she loved it. She continued to watch the saviors work, watch her own people stand in groups and avoid them. She smiled to herself, amused by their cowardice. Although, she couldn't pretend she didn't want a run in with them either.

"Well ain't you just the tiniest fuckin' thing?"

She turned to her right and found Simon and Negan approaching her. She smiled a little, slipping down off the hood. She tilted her head back to look up at the two of them. She knew they must be over six foot, easily.

"Yep." She popped the 'p', rocking back on her heels. "All four foot ten of me."

"Four foot fuckin' ten?" Negan leaned backward, laughing loudly and catching the attention of some of her group. She laughed with him a little, waving her hand in a dismissive motion.

"Yeah yeah, I'm a little thing. I get it all the time, go ahead and make your jokes."

"Jokes?" Negan bent, bracing one hand on his knee and the other on the bat. "Now why would I make jokes about something as adorable as you?" He straightened up, still smiling. "Ain't she cute, Simon?"

"I kinda wanna pick her up and put her in my pocket."

"Ha ha, very funny mustache man but you're not the first to say that."

Flick climbed back up to sit on her car, folding her legs beneath her. It was true, she was a tiny girl. She knew that, had always known that. But since the world changed, she had had to too. Of course she wouldn't have been a match for these two, stood looming over her. But she could handle the walkers. She was scrappy, as her dad would've said.

"Now, I've noticed something since I got here." Negan moved to sit on the very edge of the hood, letting the bat settle between his legs. "You, have spoken to my people, you even had a little laugh with Connie. I haven't seen you speak a word to your own."

"We're not the best of friends, if that's what you're asking."

"How long have you been here?"

"Three months, one week, two days." Negan laughed again at the precise answer. "And I was about to take off last week. Then your lot showed up and I figured I'd stay for the show."

"The show?"

"Anything that pisses off Nate is worthy of a bucket of popcorn."

"Nate?"

"The group leader." She pointed to him, pleased to see he was already watching them with a scowl on his face. "He's incompetent but no one will tell him that."

"Why don't you tell him?"

"I do. Frequently... It's hard to make an impact when the rest of the group treats me like a kid and him like some kind of hero."

"So take action." Negan stood from the car, set to leave but pausing at the last minute and turning back to her. "You know who I am, I assume?" His smile was arrogant, widening when she nodded. "Well, this lovely lady is Lucille." He swung the bat around to hold it between both hands. "She's awesome."

"I can see that."

"And you," He pointed to her with the barbed wire end of Lucille. "Are?"

"Flick."

"Flick?"

She nodded, unwilling to give her full name. There was no reason not to, she didn't have anything to hide, not that he could look her up on google anymore anyway. But she did enjoy the look on his face when she kept her mouth closed.

"See you in a week?" She asked as he continued to walk away. He chuckled, glancing at her over his shoulder.

"Oh, she misses me already."

"I was talking to Simon."

There was a pause as he watched her, the fixed smile on her lips and the mischief in her eye. She wondered for a second if she had over stepped the line he clearly had around him. But then he laughed, Simon was grateful as he released the breath he was holding and laughed along with him.

"Damn, I like this one. She'd gonna be a ton of fun."