ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ\\ ꜱʜᴀɴᴇ ᴡᴀʟꜱʜ

LXI

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Delilah followed Rick and Negan to the source of the gunshot. Rick flung open the door to the infirmary. Carl had his gun pointed at a Savior. Shane was already trying to assess the situation with the young boy.

"You die." Carl told the Savior as they walked in.

"God damn it Carl. Put the gun down." Shane growled at the boy from beside him.

"Carl, listen put it down." Rick begged,

"No, they're taking all out medicine." Carl said, ignoring his father.

"The only said half our stuff." Carl said with his gun still raised.

"Oh-ho. Really kid?" Negan said with a big smile on his face.

"And you should go. Before you find out how dangerous we all are." Carl said, turning to face Negan.

"Well, pardon me, young man. Excuse the shit out of my goddamned French, but did you just threaten me?" Negan asked. Delilah's hair stood up on the back of her neck. No one else needed to die.

"I get threatening Dave here, but I can't have it. Not him, not me." Negan said.

"Carl, put the gun down." Rick begged.

"Don't be rude, Rick. We are having a conversation here. Now boy, where were we? Oh right! Your giant, man-sized balls. No threatening us. Look, I like you, so I don't want to go hard proving a point here. You don't want that. But I said I would take half your shit and half is what I say it is. I'm serious. Do you want me to prove how serious? Again?" Negan asked.

"That won't be necessary." Delilah stepped up quickly. Negan turned slowly to look at her. "Excuse me. The men are talking." Negan told her.

Delilah watched as the boy slammed the gun into Rick's hand before storming off. Negan immediately took the gun from Rick. "You know Rick. This reminds me that you have a lot of guns." Negan cracked a smile.

Before they left to the armory Rick had asked Delilah and Shane to escort Carl back to their house. They led the boy away from the infirmary and towards Rick's house.

Anxiety was swallowing Delilah whole with Negan in their home. They were being robbed of everything they own and there was nothing they could do about it. She had never met such a man with such power.

When they got to Ricks house Shane opened the door for the teen before he entered the house annoyingly. "Hey Carl," Shane started stopping the boy in the house. "What you did today was stupid." Shane flat out told him. Shane knew the boy would listen to him. Throughout Carls whole life Shane had been an uncle figure to him and the boy really looked up to him. He would listen to him.

"Yeah, well we shouldn't be robbed like this." Carl argued. Delilah leaned against the doorframe and listened to their conversation.

"You're lucky someone didn't die. It's like walking on egg shells, son."

"We can't just sit here and watch everything go to hell. They take all our medicine and what if they took those supplies before what happened to Delilah. The medicine is the only reason she's standing. We have to fight back." Carl insisted.

"I understand that. It's not the right time. They have numbers, a lot of them. Your dad will have a plan soon. I know he will. Right now we just have to wait." Shane assessed the situation.

"He's right, Carl. Both of you. But for right now they have power and an army. We have nothing. They have Daryl and none of us are in the condition to fight right now." Delilah stepped up.

Carls composure had calmed down. The couple left the boy at the house to go back to watch the saviors. When they reached the armory Negan had Olivia at gun point.

"What's going on?" Shane asked confused as to why Olivia was at gun point with tears in her eyes.

"Two of our guns are missing and Rick needs to find them before her brains end up all over this porch." Negan chuckled.

Rick appeared from behind them with a velvet bag. "Ah, so the guns were here all along. It's funny how a little "holy shit someone's gonna die' lights a fire under everyone's asses." Negan laughed.

Negan rounded up his people and all the stuff and started to head towards the gates. Everyone felt relief when he left. No one died today and they wanted to keep it that way.

Delilah walked into her home. But her home didn't feel like home anymore. It felt empty. Their kitchen was trashed. Cabinets and drawers all left open and stripped. They didn't even have a bed to sleep in.

This feeling was familiar for Delilah. Delilah never had a real home. After her father died when she was eighteen she was in between traveling with her brothers and living with friends. The closest she had to home was her rental in the woods.

Shane tried to understand her feelings. He grew up in a house similar to theirs in Alexandria with picture perfect parents. Captain of the football team with a ticket to college. He never had to worry about what she did.

Now everyone needed to scramble to get more stuff for Negan. He would show up at those gates uninvited again needing more stuff.

Delilah had fully recovered and wanted to help them. Aaron and Rick had a trip planned to go farther out than they've ever been. Delilah and Shane took their own expeditions and looked themselves.

The couple was still healing but they had to do what they had to do and they wanted to do it together. Almost everyday they were out together searching for more supplies. The most they found was a run down warehouse with a few stranded boxes.

No matter what anyone did they never seemed prepared. They didn't know how much Negan expected and they didn't know what would drive him to kill again.