Immortal ||| The Walking Dead One Shots

Breathe | G.R

TW: Death.
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It's dark in the woods. The group kneel nervously on the dirt.

The group known as the Saviors, surround them. The man known as Negan, stands in front of them, holding a bat wrapped in barbed wire.

Glenn, Rosita, Daryl, Michonne, Abraham, Maggie, Sasha, Aaron, Carl, Eugene, Rick, and Y/N hold their breath as the man speaks to them.

Y/Ns ears are ringing from her head hitting the ground when they captured them. She doesn't hear anything as the man speaks. One of his men points at Rick. The ringing stops.

The armed man takes a step closer to the kneeling Rick and smiles. "I do not appreciate you killing my men."

There's a pause before Negan speaks again. "Also, when I sent my people, to kill your people for killing my people, you killed MORE of my people. Not cool." He says, resting his bat on his shoulder.

Rick says nothing as the man continues. "You have no idea how not cool that shit is. But I think you're gonna be up to speed shortly." He huffs out a laugh. "You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes."

Y/N inhales sharply. The smell of dew hits her nostrils. It's late. The sun has already set in the distance. She glances over at Glenn.

His eyes are already on hers. She bites her lip, holding back tears. They never should've attacked the saviors in the first place. The Hilltop told them it was too risky. They should've listened.

She looks back up at the man in the leather jacket who is hunched over and speaking to Rick. "You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me. That's your job. Now, I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will."

Everyone swallows roughly. "You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe. I get it. But the word is out. You are not safe. Not even close. In fact, you are pegged, more pegged if you don't do what I want. And what I want
is half your shit. And if that's too much, you can make, find, or steal more, and it'll even out sooner or later. This is your way of life now.
The more you fight back, the harder it will be. So, if someone knocks on your door... you let us in. We own that door. You try to stop us and we will knock it down. You understand?"

Rick says nothing and the man laughs a bit. "What, no answer? You don't really think that you were gonna get through this without being punished, now, did you? I don't want to kill you people. Just want to make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me. You can't do that if you're dead, now, can you? I'm not growing a garden. But you killed my people, a whole damn lot of them. More than I'm comfortable with. And for that, for that you're gonna pay. So, now... I'm gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you."

Y/N looks around at the others. Eugene looks terrified. Aaron and Maggie are pale. Rosita and Sasha are stone-faced. Carl, Abraham, and Daryl look like they want to stab him. Rick has no expression. Michonne bites her lip in anger. Glenn just watches Y/N.

She's pregnant. The group was trying to get her to Hilltop. Something was wrong. She inhales again. It takes everything in her to not fall over in pain. She grinds her teeth together.

One of them is going to die today.

Negan grips his bat tighter, showing it off like a prize. "This-- this is Lucille, and she is awesome. All this, all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor."

He walks around the half circle of people. He glances at Carl and lets out a laugh. "Jeez kid. At least cry a little."

He walks over and stands in front of Y/N. "Jesus. You look shitty. I should just put you out of your misery right now."