Property Of Negan

Chapter thirty-three

"I was there..." Siddiq stood on the stage with everyone watching him, silently mourning. "I was supposed to die there, I was ready to. But then Alpha whispered in my ear, 'Tell them'. Something hit me and then everything went black,"

(Y,n) stood in the back, with her children clinging onto her as if they thought if their hands would stop touching her, she would disappear as well. "And when I woke up, I was alone. What happened was evil. It was evil. And I think she left me alive to tell you that story,"

Daryl looked at her from afar and noticed how she refused to look at anywhere besides the space around her, perhaps if she locked eyes with someone there would no stopping her from crying. "To scare you and to drive us all apart again. But I want to tell you a different story... See, before the end, Ozzy, Alek, and D.J. found us. They gave us an opening, and everyone fought back."

The image of Carl fighting for life caused her to let out a soft cry, "They fought like hell, and what they did was more than brave because they defended each other. And they sacrificed for each other, and some of them didn't even know each other, but they still fought like they did. Like they were family... 'Til the very end."

Feeling her son squeeze her arm, she looked down at him and gave him a weak smile, but it soon faltered as Anthony laid his head on against her trying his best to comfort his mother. "And uh... In the end they- their time was cut short, but ours keeps going." Siddiq's voice quivered as he thought about his friends, Carl stood in front of him most of the time protecting him from the Whisperers since he was tied up on a railing. Even with his last breath, Carl was there to save him once again.

"So, we have to keep going, for them and... For all of us. We need to honor them. We need to honor them and remember that these friends, our family, died as heroes. That's the story that I want to tell, that's the one I want us all to remember."

It's been a week since the Whisperers took their lives. Anthony is no stranger to death even at his young age, but it was something new not seeing his mom smile, he missed her random singing and the lame jokes she told with... With dad. He never thought about his parents dying, no one really does until the time calls for it but it made him realize just dangerous this world really is.

"Here..." Daryl walks up to the two children bundled up in winter clothing, "you two needa eat." He put two plates in front of them, each with small portion sizes of beans, carrots, and bread. It wasn't much but it was enough to keep their bellies from rumbling.

Anthony picked over his food for a few seconds before lifting his spoon to his mouth, he didn't feel like eating. All he wanted to do was be left alone and process what's been happening but with his mom not responding and Arat being too young to care for herself he wasn't able to do that.

"How's your mom?" Daryl asked, rubbing his hands together for warmth. Neither of her children answered. "You have to give her some time... She's been through so much, even when she was a kid and what happened... (Y,n)'s going to need some time."

He nodded, thanking Daryl before he got to leave. Anthony put his spoon down on the table and looked around at the people. Everyone seemed sad, lost even. Two of their leaders have died in just a month, they were tormented and being forced to fear freaks who walk amongst the dead wearing their skin.

His attention was pulled back when Arat tugged on his sleeve and looked up at him with sad confused eyes, "When is daddy coming back?" Of course, she barely understood why her father has been gone for days on end,

"He's not..." Tony held her smaller hand in his as she slowly explained the situation. "Not ever, Arat. When someone dies, they don't come back,"

"But the Walkers-"