apocalypse || twd ||

10. parent love

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"I could've warned them."

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 7 EPISODE 1 OF THE WALKING DEAD

I watched as Negan dragged Rick from the RV and in front of the rest of the lineup.

Well, I didn't watch, per say. My eyes have been glued to the ground ever since I watched Negan, my father bash Glenn's head in.

I couldn't bear to look anywhere but the ground, fear that I might take glance of his bashed in body.

"Here we are." Negan started, "Let me ask you something, Rick - do you know what that little trip was about?" My father asked him, no response. I glanced over at Carl, who was still sitting eagerly on his knees.

"Speak when you're spoken to." Negan said when nobody said anything for about a minute.

I let my eyes look up from the ground, landing on Maggie.

My heart broke.

She sat there, her eyes red and puffy, she looked around cautiously. How could I let this happen?

"That trip was about the way that 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." He said, I let out another sob, earning me a glance from Carl, who quickly grabbed my hand the same way he did when Glenn was getting beaten.

"Almost like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work." He paused for a second, leaning down next to Rick. "So, do I give you another chance?" He asked, I nodded, although I knew he couldn't see me, and wasn't paying attention to me.

Rick took a second but he started nodding his head. "Yeah." He mumbled, he looked lost, scared.

Hell, I was scared.

My fathe- Negan, patted Rick on the back and stood back up.

"Alright. And here it is, the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day, or just another crap day." Negan explained, my eyes widened.

Surely, he wouldn't kill everyone, right?

"Get some guns to the back of their heads." Negan instructed his men, they quickly obeyed.

In less than five seconds I heard a gun cock behind me, I looked over my shoulder, a man I didn't recognize was holding a gun to the back of my head.

"Now, level with their noses, so if you have to fire.. Boom!" He imitates an explosion from his face. "It'll be a real mess."

As I stared at the man who was once my father, I didn't feel scared, I didn't feel sad because of who he has become, all I felt was anger. I wanted to rise up from the ground, grab my gun and shoot every single one of his men, saving him for last.

I wanted to slowly walk up to him, taking my knife out of it's holster, hold him by the collar and slit his throat. So he could experience a slow, miserable death. Just like Glenn.

I would grab Carl and Maggie, and everyone else, and take Glenn and Abraham's body back to Alexandria.

But I couldn't.

"Kid." Negan said, staring at Carl. Both Carl and I's backs stiffened.

Negan moved his finger, indicating for Carl to walk over there.

"Right here." Carl didn't move. "Kid. Now." Negan said sternly. Carl looked at me for a second before rising off of his knees and slowly walking over to Negan and his dad.