Eyes Closed [TWD]

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Hanging out with Tara and Rosita- two who I've grown to know as my two closest friends over the months- was something I could tell all three of us needed.

Tara and I had been through more than enough after the prison. Other than Glenn and Carl, she was the one I relied on after Beth when Kate and I were at odds. Then, to coming here and everything leading to now. I thought things would be strange between us after the Oceanside ordeal, but turns out it didn't matter and we were just happy to catch up.

Rosita was someone else I found was almost always by my side when I needed her. She may not be around as much as Tara, but I was always thankful for her regardless. And now- after what she's been through between Abraham, Spencer, and Sasha, I was happy to see a glimmer of her old self come back.

We were taking a walk in the night air, still enjoying our somewhat 'girl time' when things spun out of control.

It started with the three loud bangs against the gate.

Then feedback to a radio.

And then Negan's voice.

"You may be wondering why the hell your lookouts didn't sound the alarm.. See, we are polite. I mean, I don't know when they're gonna wake up from that kinda shot, but they should wake up," he announces, voice louder than ever through the speakers.

"What the hell?" Rosita sneers.

"I thought the Sanctuary was still surrounded?" I question.

"It's supposed to be. I just saw it today and it was still-" Rosita cuts herself off and whispers under her breath, "Daryl.."

"Daryl?" I ask, though I gain no response.

"So, let's just cut through the cow shit- you lose. It's over," Negan continues.

Behind us, Daryl, Scott, and a few others make their way closer to inspect the situation.

And from the look on Daryl's face, I knew there was a further story to be told.

"You're gonna line up in front of your little houses and you're gonna work up some apologies. The person with the lamest one is gonna get killed. Then I kill Rick in front of everybody and we move on. You have three- count 'em, three minutes to open this gate or we start bombing the shit out of you!" Negan announces before he begins whistling into the device.

--

"We need to make it look like we're escaping out the back. Get to the woods, halfway to the quarry, and cut the lights," Carl leads, putting packs together, "Get enough of a lead on them, hit them, and get away on foot."

He turns to Scott, handing him one of the bags, "You know where we'll be. Just have to get the guns, get everyone else here, and we'll meet you there."

"Two minutes, people!" Negan calls out, "Dig deep. I want these apologies to be memorable! Bonus points for creativity! Work up a poem! Sing a song! I love that shit!"

"Get going," Carl nods to the three men, "There's gonna be people in the infirmary, they're gonna need your help.

Without hesitation, Scott, Tobin, and Dave set off into a run, following Carl's orders.

"Look, we got guns. We can fight them," Tara pleads with Carl.

"We will. But, not now. Carl's right," Rosita supports.

"Carl," Michonne sighs, "We can't just let them have this place."

"We can. All you need to do is survive tonight. This is my show, you said it. This is my plan and you're gonna do it," he says before motioning to everyone, "You're all gonna do it. So, let's go."