"You might not understand it now, but you will."

Rick said looking at Hellen. She bit her bottom lip as she looked between Rick and Michone.

"But why me? All the people for this job and you pick me?"

She asked pushing her mid-lenght brunette hair aside and tucked back behind her ear. Rick sighed deeply while crossing his arms over his chest.

"Carl said he thought that if anyone could manage to keep him occupied, it was you."

He said causing Hellen to frown. She looked to the ground.

"It would have been easier to just kill him."

She said as she rose from her chair. She huffed.

"Fine. I'll do it, for Carl."

She said before she exited the room. Hellen wasn't in the best of moods and now finding out that she was going to be put on daily detail of caring for the man who they had locked away wasn't exactly on the tip of her list of things she wanted to do.

But if Rick wanted her for this job then she guessed it would have to have been her.

She wasn't skinny by any means, she wasn't short, she was tall and kinda muscular. Her waist was an alright size but her thighs, her thighs were rather large. Her skin wasn't pale but it wasn't dark either. Her eyes were the brightest blue anyone had ever seen.

This was Hellen.

This was the woman who was going to be spending a majority of her day taking care of a man she loathed.

"Rick sent me."

Hellen said as she looked at the person guarding the door. They nodded.

"He told me you would be doing this as your new job each day."

He said stepping aside to allow Hellen inside. Hellen looked around Alexandria  was in ruins more or less. There was a lot that needed fixing. There was a lot that was lost all because of things with Negan.

And Hellen was less than happy with her work detail.

Moving inside Hellen made her way down the steps and around in the dark. There was little light to help her through, but she made her way best she could. She opened the door and inside was her job.

She sighed deeply and closed the door. Walking up slowly to the bars, she stopped and looked down the best she could.

"Man you look like shit."

She said in the most sarcastic tone she could possibly manage. That's when a deep chuckle came.

"Well, well, well. Little girl, little girl. What are you doing down here? Did Rick send you?"

"Yeah Rick sent me."

She said. She couldn't see Negan in the darkness of the cell, but be was there it was clear enough.

"Got on Rick's good side, way to stay alive, baby girl."

"Stop with the pet names, Negan. It's not that simple anymore."

"Because the King has fallen his Queen runs off. Is that how it is?"

Hellen was silent for a moment. She shook her head.

"I did what I had to do to make sure I lived, that we both lived. Negan you know me better than anyone."

"I know kid. I'm not mad. Hell, I would have done the same had I known."

Negan said through the darkness. Helen sighed. In order for this story to become understood, we have to go back to the beginning. We have to go back to that night that Helen crossed paths with the man currently behind bars.

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She was cold, wet, and angry. She had been running for what seemed like the longest time and her clothing sticking to her bones. She had run from something strange. It was almost human, but it's face -- it wasn't a dead and it didn't seem human. She didn't know but she ran. And she didn't have to run long until she found herself tumbling down a muddy and slick hillside.

She screamed as she rolled and came to a dead stop as she hit a log hard. She gasped and sputtered coughing as she laid there the raindrops hitting her filth covered body. She wheezed trying to get her bearings back.

"Holy hell you okay kid?"

A voice called out. Her eyes snapped open from the momentary closure and she seen someone standing not far from her. The man was tall and carried a baseball bat. She turned over onto her stomach and watched him for a moment. He didn't seem as if he was going to advance, he was keeping his distance and for that she was thankful.

"Who are you?"

She questioned not caring if she was covered in mud. She sat up on her knees and pushing her muddy hair out of her face.

"Names Negan."

His gruff voice sounded. She just looked up at him for what felt like the longest while.

"I don't have anything. You gonna kill me? Rape me?"

She asked causing Negan to put his hand on his hip, his other holding his bat.

"How about a nice warm room and some food instead? It's not much, but we've got a hut not far from here."

He said we, meaning other people? Helen didn't know either to trust this Negan man or to run. He staid unmoved, until he turned around on his heels and started walking away. Her mouth opened.

"H-Hey, wait a minute where are you going?"

She had never met a person who hadn't wanted something from her.

"I'm done standing in the rain. You can either come with or stay here on your knees in the dirt. Warm room and food."

He mentioned again. Helen didn't know what it was, maybe it was running from the freaks, or maybe it was that she was starving, but either way she just didn't care anymore.

So, she rose to her feet and followed along after this Negan fellow following after him returning to his small little cabin.