Don't Fear The Reaper (R. Grimes & D. Dixon)

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It's been a week since the incident in the woods, and since then Negan has been left in charge of dealing with Kits intake levels with Alpha and Beta busy more often having to move the horde; Rick only successfully having killed half of. But still, even with less than half the intake they've been giving her, she was dazed as if nothing had changed.

Kit sat against a tree humming smells like teen spirit to herself as she stared out into the flames that haunted her, Jody standing among them but never burning.

"Hey, uh, I never asked what all this was for," Negan said to Alpha as she began to pass him; she halted her steps to look at him. "This stuff you're trying to break, Kit with it." He elaborated

"I'm not trying to break her. I'm freeing her. We've watched her for years, studied her. It's why we won't fail where you did. Her mind is her weakness, take it away, and you are left with something extraordinary." Alpha said almost dreamily. She then held up her mask. "This mask was crafted by her own hands almost a decade ago when I first saw her from afar; she had no fear as she walked amongst the dead, but instead like she belonged with them. And Beta saw her before that, his scarf that once used to belong to her stained with the blood of those who tried to touch what did not belong to them. It was where her destiny was born. Where the reaper was born." She grinned. Negan knew that wasn't true she was corrupt long before that because it was what changed him too. Although now, with a clearer picture of how these people viewed Kit, he couldn't help but feel guilty. They found reasons to Idolize her, but he gave them a name to worship.

"Walk with me," Alpha said, walking away, leaving Negan to follow, kits eyes snapping over to watch his back till he disappeared.

"Boo! Look at you, making us look like shit!"

Kit's head snapped over to see a blood-covered her standing next to her sporting shorts, a what used to be a white cropped shirt, thigh-high stockings, boots, and the red leather jacket. "what-"

"Is that really what you got caught wearing? Ew." Kit looked down to her basic but very dirty clothes.

"I've lost it." Kit mumbles shaking her head.

"Yeah, babe hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you have gone Koo-Koo for cocoa puffs." her alternative ego giggled; kit frowned hard. "god can you stop you're gonna give us wrinkles. it's bad enough you practically have a heart on for leather-clad mega douche. Although he does give those bedroom daddy vibes though doesn't he." she moaned dramatically.

"why are you here?"

"Better question. Since when the fuck do we ever need anyone to save us? Seriously what are you doing? Rick and Daryl aren't coming to save us, and you're just letting these assholes and carnie barbie walk all over us!" She growled, crouching in front of her; it felt like she wasn't even looking into her face anymore. It was more like being face to face with a hungry lion. "They Kill our kid! Made the jacket Theodore gave us as a joke into a symbol of an excuse to kill people. They made it a god damn mockery! They are threatening our friends! Our family! And what do you do?! You sit here and mope!" she screamed. "What are you gonna do about it?!" she pressed.

"I don't know what to do!" Kit screamed back, catching the attention of some nearby walkers.

"They want a Reaper; They want death. So we're going to fucking give it to them." She growled, her eyes black.

"You are a Dixon, You are a Grimes, You're Kitten fucking Adams, and you bow down to no one. Say it."

"I am a Dixon; I am a Grimes, I am Kitten fucking Adams, and I bow down to no one," she repeated, her words getting progressively louder.

An unnaturally twisted shark-like smile spread across the alternative Kit's face, "Turn it off, lil' Bird," she cooed.

So she did.