❝ look who's digging
their own grave. ❞
❝ that's what they all say. ❞
﹙ the walking dead fanfiction ﹚
﹙ daryl dixon x oc ﹚
﹙ season one - season eleven. ﹚
﹙ started 11/15/20 ﹚
﹙ note; lowercase inten...
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ROSALINE'S HAND flew to her mouth, her body being stunned in place. when she wished this guy would shut up; killing is not what she meant.
everyone in the air was shocked and gasping at the sight. when negan ripped the knife back out, he made a clean cut right across his stomach.
spencer's guts began to spill out, the man holding into them in pure bewilderment. he groaned, falling to the ground with a thump, starting to bleed out.
rosaline was right. her dinner had just come back up. she toppled over the railing, throwing up. even rhaegar rushed back inside the home.
negan flashed her a sorry look, only one that she caught as he coughed up the remains of the sick. then he swiveled around once more to watch spencer bleed to death, "oh... how embarrassing! there they are, they were inside you the whole time. you did have guts. i've never been so wrong in my whole life!"
"rosaline lift up you're gonna choke." carl requested, holding her hair back.
she nodded, spitting the rest out, "right."
negan went to pick up lucille, "now, someone oughta get up here and clean this mess up." no one moved, "oh. anyone want to finish the game? come on. anybody? anybody? c'mon. i was winning!"
suddenly, rosita's hand flew to her waist belt, pulling out a gun. she pulled the trigger.
bang!
unfortunately, she'd missed and hit the bat.
"shit! what the shit?!" negan broke out in fury, "shit! you just- you tried to kill me?! you shot lucille!"
"she got in the way." rosita seethed.
he heaved, looking around. rosaline covered her eyes as he picked up the bullet that she happened to use.
the leader showcased it to everybody, "what is this? what is this? this little bad boy made from scratch? look at those crimps. this was homemade. you may be stupid, darlin' but you showed some real ingenuity here. arat, move that knife out on that girl's face."
why didn't her friends just listen and leave rick to sort these things out? now she was almost certain that someone else was going to die by his hand.
"damn it." rosaline uttered, sitting down on the steps, her hands rubbing up and down the side of her head.
negan crouched over rosita's face, "lucille's beautiful, smooth surface is never gonna look the same, so why should your's?! unless... unless you tell me who made it."
"it was me. i made it." she croaked out.
"you see, now i just think you're lying. and you lying to me now?! such a shame. arat's gonna have to cut up that pretty face. one more try."
