FEARLESS ➳ TWD¹ [REWRITE/COMPLETED]

15 ➳ WHEN YOU WON'T BE

THEN... It was over.

All the tears and screams were fading out and I felt, as if, I was, too.

Somebody's eyes were on me, so I slowly looked to my right and saw Carl's sad eyes. My eyes trailed down to his hand, which I was still holding firmly onto, and slowly let go of, so I didn't have to cause him any more pain from my intense grip. Though, he only reached back over and held onto it again, firmly taking my hand into his now.

Then, I watched as Negan ordered Dwight to put Daryl back into the truck, where all of us were just at.

"Daryl!" I screamed from the top of my lungs, taking Carl's hand and squeezing it with all my might. He was the one who was close enough beside me to hold onto. Though, I could've used the dirt, but I needed skin and bone.

I watched as Dwight threw Daryl into the back of the truck like he was a dangerous dog. From all the blunt hits that I remember pounding down on Abraham and Glenn, I flinched at the thought of them. I was starting to hyperventilate so much that I began to cough and my arms, hands, and face became numb.

"Ta-Da," I heard Negan tauntingly laugh, as he came into view. He crouched down right in front of me and Carl. He had that same dirty smug smirk on his face as he glanced from him and to me.

Glenn died because of me. Daryl was in the back of that truck because of me. Negan just had to rub it in even more.

"What did you think was going to happen? That you and your friends would live happily ever after? This is life, sweetheart. But, this right here..." He held Lucille up with both Glenn and Abe's brains and blood still hanging off of it. "This is your life now."

"Leave her alone," Carl choked out, a growl to his tone. Negan slightly turned his attention towards him now, amusement written all over his face. "Just... Leave her alone."

Negan cleared his throat, none of what was just said not phasing him whatsoever. "And... Who might you be to her?" he sighed out, playing around with the idea. His cruel and uneasy mind could be thinking anything by this point. "Are you her brother or child?" Carl didn't say a word, not even shaking his head. He wasn't going to budge. With a smug grin, Negan nodded and stood up. "Thought so."

Then, he lifted up Lucille before bringing her down. Out of instinct, I launched myself in front of Carl and sheltered him from Negan's wrath. Or, more like, Lucille's wrath. Then, just as I reopened my eyes and looked to my left, where I had once sat, was where Lucille sat. He was trying to kill me – not Carl.

"Dammit," Negan hissed before picking Lucille back up and snapping his fingers at somebody behind me. Then, that's when I was being picked up and moved back to my assigned spot. It was Dwight who readjusted me. "What the hell, muffin? Why'd you move for? Afraid that I would get yah?"

"You're sick," I growled back through gritted teeth. "If I hadn't move, you would've killed me. Wouldn't you have?"

He shook his head and tried to play it off. "No, no," he hesitantly said, placing a hand over his heart. "I would never. I guarantee it."

I turned back towards where Dwight stood behind me and gazed at him, my mouth ajar in disbelief and question of if he would have allowed Negan to kill me or not. From our brief past, I would like to believe that he wouldn't have.

"Somebody has to pay for this," Negan announced, jumping up to his feet again. He gave Dwight the silent signal, and that' is when I was suddenly being lifted up and dragged across the ground by my hair. I began to scream, cry, and kick to be free from his grasp.