Are we really living?//TWD

THIRTY-SEVEN

I close my eyes as I feel his blood splatter onto my face from his windpipe. It's been 2 days since my family died, let's just say I'm not taking it too well.

He sputters his words while both his hands grasp over his throat, then he collapses in front of me.

I look around at all the bodies I've ended, 53 in total and I intend on killing more. I will get the man in charge and I will kill him if it's the last thing I do.

They're all saying 'I'm Negan' which is confusing me cause that name rings a bell but I just don't know where.

I wipe my knife off on my pants, then I continue walking forward I stop when I hear whimpering.

I turn my head towards the left seeing a woman holding her abdomen trying to control the bleeding, just fucking die already.

I take slow steps towards her while she started to get away from me, by moving backward as she still was on the ground.

"Just give up, your dead already," I say stepping onto her leg stopping her from squirming, and she winced at my action.

I put the tip of my knife under her jaw, while she kicked up her chin. "Any last words till you meet your maker?" I say with sarcasm lacing my voice.

"You will pay for this, he will show you no mercy, Negan will- " she breathes out then I cut her off by scoffing.

"Yeah yeah," I sigh. "Well, buh bye now," I say and I plunge my knife into the bottom of her jaw, while her metallic red blood coated my hand and the knife.

Her eyes widened as I did it, then she started getting heavy as she lost her life. 54, disgusting lives.

Last night was a sleepless night as usual, but Michonne did ask me to sleep with her and I asked why and she said.

'I just feel safer with you being here

Which I obliged, during the night she curled up next to me and laid her head on my chest, then she wrapped her arm around my stomach.

And that made me feel warm inside, and I also found out she snores but kinda quietly.

I started overthinking, which I know is bad but sometimes I can't help it.

I wondered what if I had never met the group? What if Rick had killed me back at the prison? Or would've Maggie killed Rick cause he killed me?

What if I never smoked that cigarette with Daryl at the prison? Or what if I never killed that walker that would have killed Tyreese?

The simple butterfly effect they used to call it.

I brush the palm of my hand over Michonne's dreads, their really soft actually I start to massage the roots of her hair with my fingertips, which is making her groan in pleasure.

"Good morning" I hear Michonne's raspy morning voice, and I grin.

"Morning, lovely," I say as she sits up stretching out her arms over her head, and she grunts.

I sit up propping myself on my elbows watching her, wake herself up. "I'm sorry if I touched you during the night," she says.

"I don't mind, actually" I brush off my shoulder. "I like cuddling or spooning," I say.

She nods then she rubs her face with her palms. "Are the others awake?" She asks me then I swing my legs off the bed and I proceed to put on my shoes.

"Maybe, but I know the day has started," I tell her tying my last shoelace.

I'm not a morning person even though I don't really sleep anyway, I'm surprised I don't look like a walker considering how long I haven't slept.