After a hard year of being kidnapped by a serial killer during an investigation as an undercover agent, Luna returned back to Atlanta FBI.
When she returns to investigate a mystery drug that has been killing kids, she discovers that the dead kids w...
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"Why?" I asked Dwight.
"I want it to end. I want Negan dead." he says to me. My instincts were telling me he was telling the truth... but did I want him to? After all, Negan was my father. Did I really want him dead? Even after all of it?
"Okay so then why don't you kill him yourself? Oh wait, you can't... because you ain't got the balls." I say, with a smirk, adjusting my nervous grip on the gun.
"Can't just be me. They're all Negan... hell, even you are. You may not wanna admit it, but you are like him." Dwight says.
I spit in his face. "You don't know shit about me."
"You can deny it all you want... but there's a hint of the devil in your eyes. He likes the killing... and so do you."
"ENOUGH." Daryl yells.
"That girl you murdered...she had a name. Her name was Denise and she was a doctor. And she helped people." Tara says.
"I wasn't aiming for her." Dwight says, maybe innocently with a little smirk. I couldn't tell with him.
Daryl swings out of no where, and yanks Dwight up by the collar, and slams him against the cell wall. He holds a knife right in front of his eye, the same way Denise was killed.
"Do it. Do it." Tara scolds.
But he didn't. Truth is, we needed Dwight to take down the saviors, once and for all.
And that's exactly what we did. It took a while... but we finally got the Saviors to kneel for us.
But we lost Carl shortly before... He was saving a man in the woods and got bit. His lost devastated us all. Even, Negan. I thought about him everyday and frequently visited his grave with Judith. It's crazy how the world works... the man Carl saved was a doctor. It's exactly what Alexandria needed. Maggie needed it, too.
Rick slit Negan's throat... but didn't have it in him to kill him. Maggie blames me for that. She wanted him to die to avenge Glenn's death. I hoped one day she would forgive me. We took Negan in as a prisoner. I hate to admit it... but I visited him everyday. Sometimes we didn't talk, sometimes we did.
"I don't blame you for wanting to talk to him." Rick says, pushing my hair behind my ear.
"I know it's wrong after everything... but he's my father. I mean, he did raise me pretty much. I just... you know how much family means to me." I say.
"I know." Rick says, leaning in to kiss me.
It all felt right. We defeated the enemy... for now.
