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New World CH. Fifteen
Title: Woodbury
Words: 2119
Warnings: Strong language, assault
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It was supposed to be an easy run. In and out. Get the stuff the baby, and you, needed along with whatever else you could find and get back to the prison. But no. Some jackass had to make things hard.
Glenn had gotten inside the store first and right when you were about to join him, you heard something. Looking around, you saw nothing and turned back to Glenn.
“Hey, Glenn, grab that toy,” you said.
“Which one?”
“The duck. And any other ones you can find. If these kids are going to be growing up in a prison they could use some toys.” Glenn laughed but did as you asked. After he grabbed some formula and some other stuff, he came back outside.
“We just hit the powdered formula jackpot.”
“Good. What else did you find?”
“Some batteries, beans, cocktail wieners, and a lot of mustards.”
“Great, more beans,” you muttered. “Seems like that’s all that left.”
“What’s wrong with beans?” Glenn asked you.
“They sound gross right now. Did when I was preg—.” You stopped yourself but the damage had already been done.
“Holy shit, you’re pregnant?” Glenn said. You nodded and he gave you a giant hug. “It’s gonna be okay.”
“I know.” You closed your eyes and felt him kiss your forehead softly.
“Come on. We should get back. Thankfully it’s a straight shot back to the prison from here,” he said.
“Hopefully we’ll make it back in time for dinner. And you can get back to Maggie.” Your voice was teasing and you giggled at how red Glenn’s face was turning.
“And you can get back to your baby daddy.”
“He doesn’t know, Glenn,” you said.
“What? Why not?”
“I found out yesterday. A few hours before—“ You swallowed then sighed. “The quiet’s nice. You can hear the walkers everywhere back home.”
“And where is it y’all call home?” A voice rang out. Turning sharply, you saw a man pointing a gun at you. You dropped the basket full of formula to the ground and quickly drew your weapon.
“Merle?” Glenn said. You shot him a glance before turning your eyes back to the stranger. So this was the infamous Merle? Huh, you thought he’d be taller.
“Wo-ow!” He said with a laugh. Merle put his gun down and his hands up before walking towards you.
“Back the hell up,” you said, raising your gun higher.
“Okay, okay. Jesus, honey.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“You made it,” Glenn said.
“Is my brother alive? Can ya tell me that?”
“Yeah. He’s alive.” Merle seemed relieved that his brother was alive and he reached a hand towards Glenn slightly.
“Hey, ya take me ta him and I’ll call it even for everythin’ that happened on that roof,” Merle said. “No hard feelin’s whatsoever.”
Glenn said nothing and his eyes flickered over to the man’s hand. Or lack of one. A long blade was strapped to his arm and it looked deadly.
“Ya like it? I found myself a medical supply warehouse. Fixed it up myself.”
“We’ll tell Daryl you’re here and he’ll come out to meet you,” Glenn said.
You knew that Merle had some problems with the group from before and that alone didn’t want to bring him back. Merle didn’t like that idea and got defensive.
“Just hold on a second.” He started walking closer and Glenn held his hand out.
“Stop walking,” he said. Merle did and you shifted nervously.
“Tha fact that we found each other is a god damn miracle. Ya can trust me, come on now.”
The way he said that was enough for you to not trust him and you eyed him warily.
“You trust us. Stay here. We’ll bring Daryl to you.”
“No!” Merle pulled out a gun from his waistband and shot the rear window of your car out.
Ducking, you spun around and fell to the floor. You weren’t quick enough and you felt a piece of glass cut your cheek. Then, a body crashed into yours and you found yourself being held by Merle. His knife arm was around your neck and his gun was pointed at your head. When Glenn came around the car and saw you, you could see the fury in his eyes.
“Hold up, buddy. Hold up,” Merle said.
“Let go of her. Right now!”
“Put that gun in tha car. Put it in tha car, son!”
Glenn did as he was told, eyes never leaving you. Taking a deep breath, you gave Glenn a smile. Then you rammed the back of your head into Merle’s face. Scrambling to get free while he was disorientated, you almost got out of his grip but he collected himself before you could. Merle hit you with the butt of his pistol and you saw black spots swim before your eyes. Blinking them away, you felt Merle’s grip on you tighten.
“I wish ya didn’t do that, sweetheart,” Merle spat. Looking at Glenn he said, “We’re goin’ for a little drive.”
“We’re not going back to our camp.”
“No, we’re not. Now get in tha car Glenn. You’re drivin’.” Glenn looked like he wanted to protest more, but Merle dug the barrel of his gun deeper into your temple. You whimpered, still a bit out of it.
“Move!”
“Okay. I’m going.” Glenn got into the driver’s seat and you were shoved into the passengers. Merle got in behind you and continued holding the gun to your head.
The drive was completely silent and you were pretty sure that you had passed out for a couple minutes. Then you got to the place Merle was taking you. It looked like a town. There were walls made up of vehicles and metal and there were armored guards everywhere too. But you only saw a glimpse of it before Merle instructed Glenn to turn right. He led you to the back of a building before telling Glenn to cut the engine.
“Ya stay right where ya are, Glenn,” Merle said. “I’ll help out sweetheart here.”
He climbed out of the car and opened your door before grabbing you and hauling you out.
“C’mon now. Let’s getcha inside.”
With his gun still pointed at your head, Glenn had no choice but to do what he was told. When you got inside, Merle shoved you into the first room and locked the door. You heard him take Glenn into the room right next door and after a minute, he came back to you. You didn’t fight it as he made you sit down in a chair and tied your hands behind your back. He left shortly after and you heard the lock click in place.
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Sam and Dean
Dean was outside with Beth when Rick and Carl saw a woman standing there. He stood by Beth, watching with worried eyes as they brought her into the prison. Carl got a towel while Beth got water. Dean was holding the baby, keeping her calm.
“Rick?” Daryl said. “Who the hell’s this?”
“You wanna tell us your name?” Rick asked the woman. She didn’t answer and Rick repeated the question. When she still said nothing, Daryl spoke again.
“Y’all come in here,” he said.
“Everything alright?”
“You’re gonna wanna see this.”
Rick gave the go ahead so Dean followed Beth in to the cell block, Hershel and Carl behind them. Rick talked to the woman for a few seconds before following, the woman’s sword in hand. Daryl locked the door and led everyone to one of the cells. In the cell sat an exhausted looking Carol. Sophia was right next to her, hugging her mother tightly. Sam and Maggie were sitting with her and when Carol saw everyone, she stood up shakily and went to hug Rick.
“Thank god,” Rick said, holding Carol close. Dean couldn’t keep the smile off of his face.
“How?” Hershel asked.
“Solitary,” Carol said with a small laugh.
“Poor thing must’ve fought her way inta a cell. Passed out from dehydration.”
Carol let go of Hershel and saw Dean next. He was still holding onto his sister and when Carol saw the baby, she turned to Rick with a smile on her face. Rick’s face fell and Carol immediately started to comfort him.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. She turned to Carl and put her hand on his cheek before taking the baby from Dean’s arms. Dean watched the interactions with a sad smile on his face, his hand on Carl’s shoulder.
After Carol was all settled, Rick walked back into the common area. Dean, Sam, Hershel, and Daryl with him.
“We can stitch up that wound for you. Give you some food and water then send you on your way. But you have to tell us how you found us and why you were carrying formula,” Rick said.
“The supplies were dropped by a young Asian man and a pretty girl,” the woman said. Dean stood up straighter and looked at Sam, a worried look on his face.
“What happened?” Rick asked.
“Were they attacked?” Sam asked.
“They were taken.”
“Taken? What the fuck do you mean, taken?” Dean said, hands clenching in anger.
“Taken? Taken by who?”
“Taken by the same douchebag that shot me.”
“These are our people. Our family. You’re gonna tell us what happened now!” Rick went and put pressure on her wound. The woman hissed in pain and swatted his hand away.
“You’d best start talkin’,” Daryl said, crossbow raised. “Or ya problems are gonna be bigger than a gunshot wound.”
“Find ‘em yourself,” she said, eyes narrowed. Rick told Daryl to put the crossbow down and put himself in between the two of them.
“There was a reason you came here,” Rick said. The woman looked at the floor before looking at Rick.
“There’s a town. It’s called Woodbury and has around seventy-five survivors. I think they were taken there,” she said.
“A whole town?”
“It’s run by a guy who calls himself the Governor.”
“He got muscle?” Daryl asked.
“Paramilitary wannabes. There’s armed sentries on every wall.”
“You know a way in?” Sam asked.
“The place is secure from walkers but we should be able to slip our way through.”
“How’d you know how to get here?”
“The girl said something about a prison. Mentioned it was a straight-shot in this direction.”
Rick was silent for a second before pointing to Hershel. “This is Hershel. He’s gonna be the one stitching you up. And they’re Sam and Dean. They’re the brothers of the girl who was taken.”
With that, Rick walked away. Daryl followed immediately but it took a second for Sam and Dean to follow. They both gave the woman a hard look before walking back into the cell block.
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“How do we know we can trust her?” Oscar asked.
“Does it matter? This is Glenn and [y/n] we’re talking about. Why are we even debating?” Beth said.
“We ain’t. I’ll go after ‘em,” Daryl said.
“You can’t go alone. This place sounds secure,” Rick said, tapping his foot.
“I’ll go,” Beth said. Axel and Oscar said the same and Rick shook his head.
“Dean, Daryl, the woman, and I will go.”
“I’m going too,” Sam said. “Like hell you’re gonna stop me from going to get my sister.”
“You need to stay here just in case they manage to escape before we get there. And Adeline is going to need you,” Rick said to Sam. Sam wanted to argue, but he knew that Rick’s point was a valid one.
“Fine. But if you guys don’t come back within twenty-four hours, I’m going out there to get you.”
“Deal.”
With that, the meeting dispersed. Daryl packed a bag full of the flash bangs and tear gas. Dean walked out to the Impala with Sam and gathered a few shotguns and about half of the non-salt ammo along with a few knives.
“She’s gonna be fine, Sammy. She’s tough and can handle herself,” Dean said. Sam gave a grunt as a response and hauled the duffle over his shoulder before bringing it to the car they were taking.
Before they left, Dean walked over to Carol and Maggie, kissing their cheeks, kissing the baby and both toddlers foreheads after.
“Keep an eye on her. She’s a handful,” Dean said.
“I think I got it covered. Now you go on and get them back safe and sound, okay?” Carol said. She rubbed Adeline’s back, the toddler clinging to Sam.
“Bring [y/n] back,” Sophia said softly.
“I will, sweetheart.” Dean gave them a smile and walked over to the car. He got in the backseat next to Daryl. It was time to get his sister back.
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Shadows
Pairing: Carl Grimes x reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: Blood, gore, killing, fluff ending
Summary: You cant be in the prison, so you make stupid decisions and Carl camt stand it
A/n: I tried to write a request ended up with this instead. Idk why, but here we are, I re-write the ending 4 times and it's still cringy
You felt your heart pound against your chest, your hands were thick with sweat and blood. You held a knife so drenched in crimson you couldn’t see its original silver hue. Your arms ached as you plunged the weapon into another rotting skull. The walkers were never-ending. Their snarls echoed around you as you turned to run. A call pulled your attention and you turned hearing gunshots. Carl stumbled over a rut and tumbled backward firing his gun into the air. You screamed his name running towards him, but he only got further away as his yells continuted. You watched as a walker bit into his arm a scream ripping from his mouth.
You sat straight up in your bed with a whimper. Your face was sticky with tears and you were covered in a cold sweat. You took in a shaky breath rubbing your eyes and whipping your cheeks with the sleeve of your shirt. You tucked your feet from underneath the cot you were seated on, the cement floor cool through your socks. You grabbed a flannel from beside your bed that didn’t belong to you, slipping it on before grabbing a pair of leather boots, lacing them up. You moved from behind the sheet hiding your cell grabbing a knife and moving outside.
You didn’t wear a watch, but you guessed it to be just after midnight. The night air was chilled, you could see your short breaths in front of you. The moon was almost full, its light casting cold black shadows around you. You stopped, leaning your back to the fence and slipping your eyes closed. You could hear the far away groans of the dead at your gates. A shuffle of footsteps brought you from your thoughts, your eyes snapping open. You turned to peer through the chain links to find what was making the noise.
You swung, feeling a hand on your shoulder.
“Shit y/n!” Carl cussed ducking the knife.
You let out a breath, “Christ Carl, don’t sneak up on me.”
“Trust me I won’t do that again.” He mumbled standing beside you, wind rippling your clothes. It was quiet for a moment, the rustle of leaves in the cold air. “Can’t sleep?” Carl asked turning towards you.
You shrugged crossing your arms to fight the cold, “Dreams.” You said simply.
Carl paused his eyes still locked on you as you continuted to look out at the courtyard. You could feel goosebumps rising on your arms.
“You wanna talk about them?” He suggested scuffing his boots on the ground.
You shrugged again, “Not much to talk about.”
Carl bit his lip bringing his hand to his tousled hair. The wind picked up around you and he watched as you drew your arms closer around you, “I think I’ve watched you die seven times now.” he mumbled your eyes snapping to his own. “My dad around the same and Judith too many to count.” he paused, “I lost track of how many times I’ve shot my mom.”
You stayed quiet for a moment, still peering through the metal into the deep black, “It’s usually my parents.” you started, “They die in front of me over and over again, I just watch again and again already know what’s coming.” You stood silent for a breath, “It was you tonight.”
Carl nodded solemnly, his eyes on his feet.
“You tripped over a root. They pounced on you.” You whispered.
“I’m not dead.” Carl spoke confidently, “You shouldn’t worry about me.”
You chuckled lowly, “I could say the same to you.”
He turned back to meet you smiling, he narrowed his eyes a bit glancing down at your clothes. “Is that my shirt?”
“No.” You answered too quickly and he laughed, “Let’s go in, I’m freezing.”
The days were always easier than the nights. Lately, you started taking more and more shifts clearing the fences. You never felt like you were actually happy. You begged to go on runs with Daryl or Sasha but you were always shot down being told you were too young. So you started sneaking out through the tombs. You did it alone, you would just disappear. You were never gone for more than a day or two. You always came back with something, meds, food, water, seeds, you would go house to house in the suburbs just looking through cabinets and closets. You knew it was stupid and you knew you could die but maybe part of you wanted to. Carl hated it when you left. He would glare at you when you got back until he broke the next day and got over it. Rick told you to stop, so did Michonne and Maggie. You always smiled and nodded saying you would and the next day you would be gone, one of Carl’s flannels missing from his room and a note tucked into his hat.
You always came back okay, nothing more than a few cuts and bruises at the most. But this was different. You had been gone for almost a week. Carl had now experienced five and a half days of absolute torture, all he could imagine was you being torn apart by teeth or gagged and tied up in a basement. He had decided that once you were gone seven days he would go look for you.
You swore ducking behind a tree. Your knife was grasped in your hand as you pressed your back against the tree. Walkers groaned, stumbling past you as you shoved yourself as far back as you could your hand covering your mouth in hopes to muffle your breaths. You waited as the heard passed slowly and another fifteen minutes after they were out of view. Your heartbeat calmed, grip on your weapon loosening.
You struggled with the weight you carried. Your backpack weight more than you could manage, multiple ARs swung around your shoulders adding to the weight. Despite it all, you smiled widely. You had to backtrack to the road, you had left your wagon there to run from the dead. You couldn’t have been more than five miles out of the prison. As you made your way out of the forest you heard voices.
“Holy fuck! I can’t believe it!” A male voice shouted, “Guns just lying here.” he laughed.
“We should be careful the owner could be nearby.” Another hissed.
You cussed quietly snatching a semi-automatic and raising it to your shoulder. You flipped off the safety as you approached the road. You could see three men, the thought of taking them out from there flashed through your brain. You shook your head, the only had knives on them from the looks of it and you needed to act before they grabbed anything from the wagon.
“Step away from the guns!” You shouted.
Immediately one started towards them, you squeezed the trigger firing at his feet, he lept back to avoid the bullets.
“Now!” You yelled doing your best to sound intimidating.
You watched as they scanned the treeline one of them finding you a small smile finding his lips. He threw his hands in the air nodding for the others to do the same. “Alright sweetie, why don’t you come out?”
“Leave.” You responded not moving, “Leave or I will kill you.” None of them made a move, “A heard just passed by, the gunfire will have brought them back this way, go!”
Just as you finished your sentence the one furthest to the right leaped for the guns. You blew out his knees as he howled. The other two took the opertonuty one manging to grab a handgun and firing at you. You scrambled behind a tree as shots rung around you. You peeked from behind the truth when the bullets stopped as they struggled to reload. You shot twice and he dropped to the ground. You looked around for the last man only to find he had disappeared. You scanned the road, beginning towards it when you were suddenly tackled to the ground.
“Little bitch!” He shouted, the gun knocked from your hand, the others pinned behind your back. You screamed and he took a swing at you as you kneed him in the crotch. He let out a groan, his kife only catching your forehead. At that moment you reached for your own blade swinging it upwards. It connected with the bottom of his abdomen, you dragged it upwards his stomach opening and drenching you in his blood. He sputtered, blood from his mouth dripping onto your face. You shoved him off of you scrambling away and snatching your AR, you turned to put a bullet in his head as another gunshot rang out.
Your eyes met with sky blue through a haze of red. Carl held his Bretta over the man his eyes locked on you.
“What the fuck are you doing y/n?!” He shouted running at you and drawing you into his embrace. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he whispered into your ear. You stood stiff, Carl broke away from you, blood now soaking through his grey t-shirt.
“Sorry.” You mumbled shrugging.
Carl opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a groan from the man lying on the road. You walked up to him, sticking your knife into his head.
Carl glanced around at the bodies but said nothing.
“We have to hurry, there was a heard the gunshots will lead them back this way.” You mumbled swinging off your backpack and shoving in as many had guns as you could then stuffing two into your belt and boots. “Help me carry these we’re too slow with the wagon.”
Carl followed your actions, filling his own bag with guns and ammo, “Where did you find all this?”
“A gun collector about twenty miles out, there’s more, I took as much as I could.” You responded.
You set off at a slow jog wanting to put some distance between you and the gunfire, after about half a mile you were both exhausted from the weight and slowed to a walk.
“Don’t tell your dad about that.” You said, “I don’t want him to know.”
Carl didn’t say anything for a while, your shadows were getting longer, the light in the sky dulling. “Why do you go out here?” He finally asked.
You shrugged hands on the straps of your bag, “I like it.”
“You like walkers? You like running for your life? You like being covered in blood?” He seethed clearly furious with you.
You only glared back at him, “It’s better than being cooped up in a prison doing nothing.” you hissed. “I can’t stand it. Being in there all the time, it’s like I’m going crazy, I feel so useless. At least out here I actually feel like I’m living.”
Carl scoffed, “This isn’t living. This is surviving. Being behind those gates, growing food, hanging out with other kids, that’s living.”
You didn’t say anything else for the rest of the walk back. You reached the gates jogging past the walkers into the prison. Both of you getting looks as you were covered head to toe in blood and armed to the teeth.
Ricks jaw dropped when he saw you, you answered his concerns with tales of walker blood before helping him unpack your bags showing him on a map where you found them. Carl didn’t say anything just nodded along with you before escaping the first chance he got. You finished talking with Rick and headed for the showers.
You found Carl in his cell, he wouldn’t even look at you, instead of keeping his eyes peeled on his comic book. You sighed sitting on the end of the bed. “I’m not going to go out like that anymore.” You mumbled kicking your feet up to the top of the bed.
His eyes snapped towards you.
“I’m going to go on some runs, but I won’t go by myself anymore. You’re right, that’s not living. This is.” You finished.
He didn’t say anything for a while. You were about to give up and head to bed when he spoke up. “I thought he killed you when I first found you, he was lying over you, you were covered in blood. I thought he gutted you.”
You swallowed mouth feeling suddenly dry.
Carl sat up now leaning towards you, “I can’t live without you y/n. I just can’t”
You were frozen, your heart hammering in your chest, he was so close you could feel his breath fanning over the bridge of your nose.
“So don’t go out there and get yourself killed.” He whispered his hand grabbing at your own. “Please.” The desperation in his voice made the breath catch in your throat.
Your lips met slowly, your heart thudding so loudly you thought it might leap from you. Your eye fluttered shut, Carl’s grip on your hands tightening as he drew you closer to him.
You broke apart slowly, the dim candlelight casting your face into warm shadows. “You won’t lose me.”
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Horror Night
Warnings: language, gore.
Pairings: Daryl x reader x Negan.
My heart felt heavy on my chest. I choked in every breath I took. I watched, what used to be Abraham, crushed in the floor. Everything was ringing. The tears blinding my vision.
Negan talked but I didn't pay attention, I couldn't. He was in front of Rosita, trying to get her to see the bloody bat of the man she loved. In a second, Daryl took a swing at Negan.
"Daryl! No!" I screamed and ran towards him, my hands extended in an attempt to grab him. Before I could reach him, some of Negan's men were already holding me down as well as Daryl.
"No!" Negan yelled pointing his bat at Daryl. "That- oh," he chuckled. "That is a no no. The whole thing, not one bit of that shit flies here." He now kneeled in front of me. His rough hand was pulling on my chin to look up at him. "Brave little thing here, eh?"
I pulled my face away from his grasp. He stood back up. A blonde man held Daryl's crossbow at his face.
"You want me to kill him? Right here?"
"No!" I screamed. Trashing my body in the men's grip, I kicked around.
"Hey! Hey, what part of staying quiet do you not get?" Negan turned to me with his bat.
"Please, please, don't kill him. I'm begging you." I sobbed and I felt like I couldn't breath. My breath was stuck in my throat. I felt like I was having a panic attack. When I started shaking more violently I knew I was. My limbs felt as if they weren't there. I felt heavy but at the same time lite.
I heard Negan say something and then Daryl was thrown back in line. He approached me and kneeled back down. I tried to push the men away but they just gripped tighter. "I c-an't brea-th." I stuttered.
"What did you say again, darlin'"
"I-I can't br-eath." He signalled his men and I was dropped. My palms were on the ground as I tried to calm down. My chest heaved violently as I gasped for air. I felt like I was drowning.
"Holy fucking shit, she is having an attack." He joked.
New tears reamed down my face and fell to the dirt. This could be it. I looked at Daryl. He was looking at me, I saw a tear flow down his cheek. He tried to walked towards me but he was pushed down.
I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing. Deep breaths. I could feel the oxygen make its way to my lungs. I heard Daryl's voice telling me to calm down like he had done countless of time, but in difference, he wasn't holding me this time.
After what felt like hours I opened my eyes and felt like I could breathe again.
"Still with us, doll?" Negan asked jokingly. "Both of you are so impulsive, not surprised you two are fucking." He took my face in his hand forcefully.
I glared up at him and he chuckled. "Get her back in line." Like that I was thrown in my back and dragged to where I had been kneeling before.
"Anyway... that's not how it works. Now, I already told you people, first one's free. Then what did I say, I said I would shut that shit down." He had a maniac smile on his face. "No exceptions. Now I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with, but I'm a man of my word. First impressions are important." Short silence. "I need you to know me. So, back to it."
In a second Negan's bat connected with Glenn's head. I blinked a few times. Not being able to believe this was really happening. We had just lost two of the strongest men of our group in a couple of minutes. I looked at Maggie and saw her sobbing.
I looked back at Glenn. You could see his skull and one of his eyes was bulging out of its socket.
My heart was beating out of my chest and I could hear every beat thumping.
"Buddy, you still there?" Negan asked mockingly. He muttered something and then exclaimed. "You are trying to speak! But you just took a hell of a hit. I just popped your skull so hard your eyeball just popped out. This is as gross as shit."
"Maggie I-I'll find yo-u." Glenn finally was able to mutter out.
"Oh, hell." Negan spoke. His voice was calm and serious. Like he actually felt sorry. "I can see this is hard, amiga. I am sorry. I truly am. But, I did say..." a smile now played in his lips. "No exceptions." He swinged at Glenn again. I jumped back in place.
No, no, no.
"You bunch of pussies... I'm just getting started. Lucille is thirsty." He kept hitting and hitting. There was nothing left to hit yet he kept swinging his bat. After he got tired he stepped away and joked. "She is a vampire bat."
The only sound was Negan's boot and our cries.
"What? Was the joke that bad?"
Rick looked up from his spot with a trembling yet determined look in his eyes. "I'm gonna kill you."
"What? I didn't quite catch that. You're gonna have to speak up." Negan mocked.
"Not today... not tomorrow... but I'm gonna kill you."
"Jesus," Negan scoffed. "Simon, what did he have? Knife?"
"He had a hatchet."
"Hatchet?" He smiled.
"An axe."
Negan laughed. "Simon, is my right hand man. Having one of those is important. I mean, what do you have left without 'em. A whole pile of work. You have one? Maybe one of these fine people still breathing. Oh, or did I-" he made a clock sound with his tongue.
Rick remained silent. Negan sighed. "Sure, yeah. Give me his axe."
Who I believed was Simon, stepped up with axe in hand and gave it to Negan. He stood up and grabbed Rick by the shoulder. "We'll be right back, maybe Rick will be with me. If not, well we can just turn these people's inside out. I mean, the ones that are left."
With that he shut the trailer's door closed and drove away.
I looked at Daryl. He was shaking. His gunshot wound could get infected with all the trauma his body was going through right now. I went to stand up but was held in place.
"I'm not gonna do anything. You have all of our weapons, what could I do?" I tried to reason with the men.
"You stay on your knees, bitch. Unless you want to end up like your friends over there." He signalled to the bodies that laid on the floor. With a thud I sat back in the ground, pulling my legs to my chest.
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Hours had passed and the sun had come up when the trailer came back. No one came out for a couple of minutes. The air was full of tension as we hoped to see Rick still alive. When the door finally opened, Rick was pushed to the ground and Negan came out, he dragged Rick back to us.
"Here we are. Let me ask you something, Rick. You even know what that little trip was about?"
Rick remained silence.
"Speak when you're spoken to."
"Okay... okay."
"That trip was about the way you looked at me. I wanted to change that. I wanted you to understand. But you're still looking at me the same damn way... like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work." He paced around and then kneeled next to Rick. "So... do I give you another chance?"
"Yeah. Yes. Yes."
Patting Rick's shoulder he stood up. "Okay." He chuckled. "All right. And here it is- the grand prize game. What you do now will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads.”
Guns cocked from behind us.
"Good. Now... level with their noses, so if you have to fire..." he imitates an explosion. "It'll be a real mess."
Silence.
"Kid." He said looking at Carl. "Right here." He pointed to the ground beside Rick. Carl was frozen in place. "Kid... now." Carl took slow steps. Negan took of his belt. "You a southpaw?"
"Am I a what?"
"You a lefty?"
"No."
"Good." He smiled as he took Carl's arm and tied the belt around it, cutting the circulation. "That hurt?"
"No."
"Should. It's supposed to." He finished tying the belt. "All right. Get down on the ground, kid, next to daddy. Spread them wings." He took Carl's hat off.
Carl did as told. "Simon, you got a pen?"
"Yeah." He threw it at Negan. He took of the cap with his teeth and kneeled next to Carl.
"Sorry, kid. This is gonna be as cold as a warlock's ballsack, just like he was hanging his ballsack above you and dragging it across the forearm." We all watched in horror as Negan drew a line in Carl's arm. "There you go. Gives you a little leverage."
"Please. Please. Please don't. Please don't." Rick begged.
"Me?" Negan chuckled. "I ain't doing shit." He stood up. "Ah. Rick, I want you to take your axe... cut of your son's left arm off, right on that line. Now I know- I know. You're gonna have to process that for a second. That makes sense. Still, though, I'm gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die. Then Carl dies, then the people back home die... and then you, eventually. I'm gonna keep you breathing for a few years, just so you can stew on it."
"You- you don't have to do this. We understand. We understand." Michonne spoke.
"You understand. Yeah. I'm not sure Rick does." He advertido his attention back to Rick. "I'm gonna need a clean cut right there on that line. Now, I know this is a screwed up thing to ask, but it's gonna have to be like a salami slice- nothing messy, clean, forty five degrees- give us something to fold over. We got a great doctor. The kid'll be fine. Probably. Rick this needs to happen now- chop, chop- or I will crush the little fella's skull myself."
"Please, we all understand. Rick understands. We all work for you, stop this. You don't need to prove a point because you already did." I tried. This was my family. I wasn't gonna stay quiet and not try anything. My arms pointed at the fallen bodies.
I felt a gun press against the back of my head.
"It can- it can- it can be me." Rick stuttered out. "It can be me. Y-you can do it to me. I c- I can go with- with you."
"No. This is the only way. Rick... pick up the axe." Rick didn't move. "Not making a decision is a big decision." Negan's voice raised. "You really want to see all these people die? You will. You will see every ugly thing." He still didn't move. "Oh, my god." He groaned. "Are you gonna make me count? Okay, Rick. You win. I am counting."
"Three!"
"Please." Rick cried out. "Please. It can be me. Please!"
"Two!" He kneeled next to Rick.
"Please, don't do-" Rick sobbed and I looked away.
"This is it."
Rick screamed. I shut my eyes closed. Tears running down my cheeks.
"One!"
"Dad... just do it. Just do it." I heard Carl whisper.
I looked back at the scene.
Rick held the axe high, preparing to cut his son's arm.
"Rick." Negan stopped him. "You answer to me. You provide for me. You belong to me. Right?" Rick nodded hastily. "Speak when you're spoken to!" Negan's voice beamed making everyone jump. "You answer to me. You provide for me."
"Provide for you." Rick answered shakily.
"You belong to me, right?!"
"Right." Rick breathed heavy.
"Right. That... is the look I wanted to see." He stood up and took the axe. "We did it... all of us, together... even the dead ones on the ground. Hell, they get the spirit award, for sure." He sighed. "Today was a productive damn day! Now, I hope, for all your sake... that you get it now... that you understand how this work. Things have changed. Whatever you had going for you... that is over now." He chuckled.
There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. "Ah, Dwight... load him up." He signalled to Daryl who struggled in, who I suppose was Dwight's, arms.
"What are you gonna do to him?" I asked. Trying to sound as strong as I could. Negan turned to me.
"How could I forget about you?" He took long yet calming strides towards me. "You, darlin', are coming with me too."
"Why?" I sounded more panicked than I wanted to.
"Because..." he smiled. "You've got a mouth on you and I really, really like it. Keeps me on my feet. I have a proposal for you..." he waited for my name.
"Lucia."
He smiled and licked his lips. "You hear that, Lucille? They sound similar... okay, Lucia. I have this proposal for you. You come with me, be one of my wives, and I, won't kill another one of your group, for your blabbing mouth. How does that sound, hm?"
Shock was written all over my face. "It's your choice, Lucia. Either you come with me or... I kill another one of your friends. So, what will it be?" He passed his finger along my jawline. I looked at the truck where Daryl was in.
Maybe, if I went with him I could find a way to help Daryl escape. I looked around the group. I wasn't gonna let anyone else die, much less because of my fault.
"Okay." I said. Turning off all my emotions.
"Great." He smiled. "You and I are gonna have a lot of fun together." He licked his lips while scanning my body. "Fan-fucking-tastic. Simon, put her in my truck. I still have some words to say to our new pal Rick."
As Simon grabbed my arm and led me to a truck I looked back and saw Rick watching me. I gave him a slight nod with my head, telling him I had a plan.
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