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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The last time Luna had been stuck in a truck with her father, it was the night Glenn and Abraham died. Nearly three months ago. Now, she was sat in the middle of the seat once again, Negan to her left, driving, and Carl to her right, his hands holding hers tightly. As excited as she was to finally be going home to Alexandria, the realization had finally hit her that she was returning to the group. Everyone would look at her differently now, she knew that, and she could live with it. What she couldn't live with, though, was knowing people probably wouldn't trust her anymore. It hurt, but she knew that she could prove herself to them again-and she could only do it one way. By killing Negan.
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Luna glanced back at the street nervously, though she didn't see anyone. The front door being pulled open made her turn back, seeing Olivia staring back at them from the doorway. Negan smiled, whistling as he moved past Olivia. She moved out of the way, looking at Carl and Luna with a worried expression.
"Carl, where's-" Olivia started.
"Enid's fine." Carl said quickly.
"Great, great, great!" Negan said as he walked into the living room, and Olivia shut the door quickly. Luna and Olivia met eyes for a brief second before Olivia looked away. "Where's Rick?" Negan asked Olivia.
"Uh, I— I'm just—" Olivia stumbled over her words.
"Don't care." Negan said in a sing-songy voice. "Where's Rick?"
"Um, out scavenging for you." Olivia managed to say.
"Cool. I'll wait." Negan nodded.
"Um...he went out pretty far." Olivia's voice began to shake as she started to choke up. "They might not be back today. We're running really low on everything. We're practically starving here."
"Starving?" Negan asked, an amused look on his face and tone in his voice. "You? By 'practically' you mean 'not really'." Olivia started to cry, turning around and burying her face in her hands.
"Dad, what the hell?" Luna huffed, a frown on her face. Negan turned around, chuckling.
"It was just a joke." Negan shrugged. "You people seriously don't have a sense of humor." He sighed, walking back over to Olivia. His voice was low, so Luna and Carl couldn't hear what he was saying.
"Where's Judy?" Luna leaned up, whispering in Carl's ear.
"She must be taking a nap upstairs." Carl replied, glancing at the stairs before looking down at her. "We can't let him go up there." Luna nodded, about to say something when the loud sting of a slap rang out. They both looked back over, seeing Negan getting closer to Olivia to say something. He moved back, chuckling.
"Alright, well, I'm just gonna put my feet up and wait for my stuff to get here." Negan said, looking around the room briefly. "Olivia..." He turned back to her. "Would you be a lamb and make us a little lemonade? Now, I know I left you all some of that good powdered stuff."
"Well, I'm supposed to be with-" Olivia started.
"Make it!" Negan said forcefully, stepping back over to her. "Make it. Take your time, make it good." Olivia nodded before quickly making her way to the door, glancing back at Luna and Carl before leaving. "Alright kids!" Negan turned back to the pair. "Take me on the grand tour!"
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Luna stuck to Carl's side as they showed Negan around the house, but her mind didn't leave the door down at the end of the hall. She was trying and failing to come up with a good excuse to get him to stay clear of Judy's room, but nothing was coming to her. They'd gone into all the other rooms, so Luna looked at Carl with a panicked expression. The last thing either of them wanted was for Negan to try and use Judy against Rick.
"How about this one?" Negan asked, walking up to the door.
"Oh, i-it's just a water heater-" Carl started, but Negan interrupted him by chuckling.
"Are you serious, kid? Come on." Negan shook his head, pushing open the door. "Oh-ho, my." He breathed as he stepped inside. Judy was standing up in her crib with one of her stuffed animals in her hand. Negan held up his bat for Carl to take before walking over to Judy's crib. "Look at this little angel." Negan had a smile on his face as he lifted Judy up. Luna and Carl shared a glance before Luna pulled away from him, moving over next to Negan. Judy cooed, reaching out for her so Luna raised her hand and let Judy grab onto it. "How come you never told me about this one?" Luna looked up at Negan, and she could almost see her father in his face.
"Never thought about it." Luna said lightly, looking back at Judy.
"Can't believe you'd hide this little one from me." Negan chuckled, bouncing Judy in his arms. "Why don't you take her?" Luna gladly took Judy from Negan's arms, holding her close. "Carl, your dad ever teach you how to shave?"
"No." Carl shook his head.
"Damn, Rick ain't taught you shit has he?" Negan laughed. "Lu, take this angel downstairs. We'll be down soon." Luna looked over at Carl, who nodded, so she swallowed and started downstairs. She could hear Negan and Carl's muffled voices upstairs as she got Judy some food and started to feed her on the counter. After a few minutes she heard Negan and Carl coming downstairs. Carl rounded the corner first putting an arm around Luna's waist before checking on Judy. Negan came around the corner and leaned against the wall, watching them.
"Should be about dinner, what do you think?" Luna looked up, yet again finding herself in shock. For the second time in a row, Luna was having a hard time separating Negan from her father. His new clean shaven appearance made him look the way he looked before the world ended. "What do you say to some spaghetti, hm? Used to be your favorite Lu."
