Delilah Dixon starts off the apocalypse with her two older brothers. Merle and Daryl. Her and her brothers were known as the red-neck trash in the group, but Shane Walsh saw something else in her.
What if Shane Walsh didn't die?
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"Lucille is thirsty. Lucille is a vampire bat!" Negan exclaimed leaning back with his bloody bat. He finished leaving Glenn's body and looked around. "What was the joke that bad?" He taunted turning to Rick.
"I'm gonna kill you." Rick said quietly.
"What? I didn't quite catch that. You're gonna have to speak up." Negan said crouching in front of Rick.
"Not today, not tomorrow, But I'm gonna kill you." Rick said a little louder staring into the killers eyes.
"Jesus, Simon, what'd he have? A knife?" He asked and Simon stepped forward, showing him Rick's hatchet.
"He had a hatchet." Simon answered.
"A hatchet." Negan taunted.
"Simon's my right hand man. Having one of those is important. I mean, what do you do without one? A whole lot of work. You have one? Maybe one of these fine people still breathing. Oh. Or did I-"Negan stopped and imitated his bat.
"Sure. Yeah. Give me his axe." Negan ordered. Simon handed Negan the axe. He took it and stuck it in his belt. He grabbed Rick by the collar suddenly and started him towards the RV. "Be right back, maybe Rick will be with me . If not, we can just turn these people inside out. I mean the ones that are left." Negan said, throwing Rick in the RV before driving off recklessly.
The sun slowly rose over the clearing. The night seemed like an eternity to them all. Everyone had stopped crying. Delilah had found herself hugging her knees to her chest, her head down low avoiding contact with anything. The saviors hovering over them and their dead friends haunted their surroundings.
The waiting game was over when the RV pulled up in the spot it was in before. The door slammed open alerting everybody with Rick flying out of the door. Negan drug him o the center of the clearing. "Here we are." Negan announced.
"Let me ask you something Rick. You even know what that trip was about?" Negan asked, hovering over Rick. "Speak hen you're spoken to." He ordered down on him.
"Okay, okay." Rick fought in a strained voice.
"That trip was about the way you looked at me. I wanted to change that. I wanted you to understand. But you're still looking at me the same damn way. Like I shit in your scrambled eggs and that's not gonna work. So do I give you another chance?" Negan crouched down next to Rick.
"Yeah-yes." Rick stuttered. Negan patted Rick on the back loudly before rising.
"Okay! Alright. And there it is. The grand prize game. What do you do next to decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads." Negan ordered pointing at everyone on their knees. The cold metal of the gun touched the back f Delilah's head sending shocks through her body making her stiffen.
