FEARLESS ➳ TWD¹ [REWRITE/COMPLETED]

22 ➳ SING ME A SONG

❝ He who sings frightens away his ills... ❞
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"OKAY, boys, let's get this haul unloaded and inside," Negan demanded of everyone, including myself. This was a new load from Hilltop, apparently, and Negan wanted me on unloading duty today. "I want to get back in there and unload a little, myself."

He was so gross, but I did not question it as I just rolled my eyes and crossed my arms across my chest. One of the many Saviors that I do not know approached Negan and said to him before he could leave, "Negan, need to talk to you about redirect."

"What about the redirect?" Negan immediately pressed, eyeing the man in deep question.

"It got screwed up," the man was trying to tell Negan. "We're on it now, but it's a mess out there."

Negan was somewhat pissed, but he suddenly looked at me and said, "See that right there?" I did not say anything as he turned back to the man and asked, "And whose job was that?"

"...A pack and a tent," I heard George saying about the load, I am assuming. "Awe, damn. I thought they packed this up tight."

"Ah, no worries," the other Savior said, just as I approached the truck from the side. "There's plenty more where this came from."

"Right?" the other Savior laughed, playfully hitting George on the side.

They laughed together as they hopped into the truck together to start unloading all the stolen shit. I peered inside and seen George lifting up a box that immediately dropped all the bottles inside of it to the ground of the truck. "Son-of-a-bitch!" George cursed, slowly turning around as he froze. "What the hell?"

Before I knew it, guns began to go off from within side the truck. I fell back and took cover, immediately finding myself crawling under the truck. I stayed there, holding my hands over my head, and tried to let my heart calm down. I was not prepared for that.

"Stay back!" the somewhat familiar male voice demanded. "Drop your weapons!"

Wait a freaking minute... I crawled out from under the truck and got up, cowering by the side of the truck. I looked and seen who it was... "Carl?"

He almost jumped when I said his name, but turned around when he seen that it was me. "Tess?"

Then, he shook his head and returned to pointing his machine gun at everyone. "I... I only want Negan! He killed my friends. No one else needs to die."

Suddenly, somebody began to whistle and I almost immediately recognize it to be Negan. Carl heard this, too, and redirected his machine gun to face the source of the whistle.

Negan comes back around with a smile of his face and uttered out, "Damn."

Carl followed Negan's every little move with his machine gun. You have no idea how much I wanted to shout out to Carl, "Shoot him, Carl! Do it already!"

"You are adorable," Negan squeaked out, not missing a beat. He grabbed one of the other Saviors and placed him in front of him as some sort of shield of protection. "Did you pick that gun 'cause it looks cool? You totally did, right? Kid... I ain't gonna lie, you scare the shit outta me."

Then, in one swift motion, two Saviors launch forward and tried to grab Carl, but not before he shot them both. Dwight came out of nowhere and took Carl immediately down to the ground. I wanted to jump on Dwight's back, distracting him, while Carl can run away. Yet, I knew that would not be safe for either of us to do.