Eyes Closed [TWD]

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"He's got Daryl with him. Dwight sent Rosita and Spencer out to find Daryl's bike or something," Scott explains. He had been outside just as Aaron and I walked out of my house and Aaron asked for an update on where Negan was.

"Where's Carl?" I ask, looking up and down the street as we hastily walk.

"He was helping me look for you," Aaron says.

"Did he say where?"

"The medical hou-" Aaron attempts but is cut off as a gunshot rings through the air that makes us stop our trail.

Realization leaves me feeling bare as I look to Aaron then Scott.

"Found him," Scott clears his throat.

Shaking my head, I pick up my pace into a sprint, as I hiss out, "God dammit."

--

"Carl? Carl?" I call out, swinging myself into the medical house.

"Oh, boy! It's my favorite girl!"

Freezing in my tracks, I nearly stumble back out of the door.

"Do you have a sixth sense or something? How did you know it was lover boy who fired that shot?" Negan asks with a smile.

"Listen, she's-" Rick speaks until Negan holds his hand up to silence him

"Why must you intrude whenever I am clearly having conversations with other people. Rick? This is twice now.. You need to wait your turn," he says, sighing as if scolding a child.

Rick nods to him, his head lowering to glare at the floor.

"Now.. Is lover boy too trigger happy?" chuckling, Negan winks, "Does he uh, shoot too early?"

My insides begin to shake again, a bitter taste in my mouth.

"Baby girl," he says with a sing-song voice, "You should really start speaking when spoken to. Did daddy not teach you any better?"

"Negan-" Rick tries again.

"Rick!" he exclaims, "If you keep butting in, me and my favorite girl will just have to take a walk by ourselves."

Negan laughs, looking to me then pointing to Rick's hand, "Well.. second favorite girl."

Following where he was pointing, I see the baseball bat in Rick's hand. Lucille.

That damned thing..

Looking back to me, his eyebrows raise as if anticipating my answer.

"It's just where I saw him last," I lie through clenched teeth.

"I see," he nods, "Well, maybe you can talk some sense into him. He fired at my man Davey here."

He holds up the gun in his hands as proof, pointing back to Davey.

"Carl?" I ask.

Why would he do that?

Something so stupid?

So careless?

"They're taking all our medicine," Carl says, his back to me as he continues to stare Negan down.

Staring at the back of his head, I purse my lips before speaking, "That doesn't mean you do that."

"See, she gets it," Negan urges and low laugh leaves his mouth before he turns to Rick, "Before we cut out on these love birds, why don't you tell me what you were trying to?"

Though frustrated, I turn my head to look at Rick who was already looking at me.

"She's lost too much recently. You shouldn't push her," Rick says, not breaking eye contact with me.