luna mortimer-smith had long learned not to trust anyone, staying in the middle of the woods as to avoid any contact with the dead or any other humans.
one evening, she'd gone out to check her hunting traps like usual. little did she realize, thoug...
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For a moment, it was silent, and the the RV door swung open. A man stepped out, though he was too in shadow to see any detail. He had something swung over his shoulder, and it looked he wrapped in barbed wire based on how it was catching the light.
"Pissing our pants yet?" Luna's heart stopped, and she lurched forward in shock and disbelief. She knew that voice. She knew that voice all too well. "Boy, do I have a feeling we're getting close." Luna felt sick as she watched her father stroll out of the shadows, a barbed wire wrapped bat slung over his shoulder as he was clad in his old leather jacket. Negan's eyes scanned the line up, almost skipping over Luna. Though, he froze, and his eyes fixed on her. She stared back, and for a fleeting second, she could see her father, the way he used to be. But it switched away too soon. "Well I'll be god-fuckin'-damned." He walked over, his eyes not leaving Luna's.
"Which one is the leader?" Negan asked as he squatted down in front of Luna.
"It's this one." Negan finally looked away, following the Savior's point straight to Rick. "He's the guy."
"Oh, Rick." Negan sighed, looking back at Luna. "Things just got a whole lot worse for you." Luna was frozen, in shock and fear, as Negan leaned forward and caught a bit of her hair between his fingers. "Killin' my men is one thing, and it is sure as shit a helluva thing! But come to find out, you've got my daughter, too." Negan let out a low whistle, glancing back at Rick. "You're lucky she don't look hurt, or I might just have to kill you all here and now, no discussion." He chuckled, looking back at Luna. "Look at you, baby. All grown up." Negan moved his hand from her hair to her chin, holding it firmly. "Almost couldn't even recognize you." He chuckled, licking his lips.
"Simon, would you be so kind as to put Lu somewhere for me?" Negan asked. "This is business, and I don't think she needs to be involved." The obvious fear painted across Luna's face made him let out a low sigh. "Don't worry about a thing, baby. I'll get things finished up here, and then I'll take you home, okay? We'll have ourselves a proper reunion back there." Negan moved back, standing up. Luna was still frozen, until she felt a pair of hands grab her arms and pull her to her feet. She could feel herself beginning her to panic, so she looked the only place she could think to-she looked to Carl. He was watching her, tears in his eye and sadness and shock painted across his face. She heard a door open behind her, before she was lifted into the back of a car and the door was slammed in her face. For a moment, she sat frozen and near hyperventilation before she finally lurched back to life. She moved forward quickly, her hands pressing up against the window. It was tinted, making it harder for her to see out, but she could see enough.
Negan paced back and forth between them, talking to Rick, before eventually moving over to Carl. Luna's body was shaking profusely now as she watched her dad squat down in front of Carl, picking up the gun. He spoke to him for a few moments before standing up, sticking his gun in the front of his waistband. He then moved onto Maggie, saying something as he swung his bat up.
