The Walking Legacies | c.g. fanfic

Blood

Hope's P.O.V.

As I approached the bathroom door, Carl suddenly rushed in front of me, blocking my view.

Negan, walking out of the bathroom, said, "Well, now we can continue our tour."

Carl shook his head, and my eyes returned to normal as I forced myself to calm down. Negan looked at me, his sharp eyes trying to gauge the situation.

“What were you two doing?” Negan asked.

“None of your business,” I retorted.

Negan raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised that a teenage girl would talk back to him like that. He smirked and took a step closer.

“You... you don’t take shit from anybody,” he said, a hint of admiration in his voice.

“I try to,” I replied with a shrug, keeping my expression cold.

Negan chuckled. “You give me chills, girl. Damn. Just like you are,” he said, pointing at Carl. “You know, without the bandage. Wait, are you two a couple? If this were a million-dollar question, I’d have won it. You’re definitely a couple.”

I narrowed my eyes, struggling to contain the anger rising within me.

“Well, look at that,” Negan continued as he moved towards us. “I’d love to hear your story, but I’m kinda hungry, so let’s explore the fridge.”

He walked down the hallway and stopped in front of a door.

“What’s this?” he asked.

Carl and I answered simultaneously.

“Boiler room,” Carl said.

“Closet,” I said.

We exchanged glances and turned back to Negan.

“Seriously?” he asked, then opened the door. We followed him quickly. He found Judith standing in her crib, picked her up, and smiled at her.

I clenched my fists, my eyes flashing orange, but I managed to calm myself. Carl’s hand touched mine, and I looked down to see blood dripping from my palms, where my claws had pierced my skin.

Negan took Judith, and we all went outside to the porch. Judith slept on Negan’s shoulder while he rocked back and forth in his chair.

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I placed plates on the table while Carl brought forks and knives. Negan cooked in the kitchen, and Olivia made lemonade. We sat at the table in silence, waiting for Rick. Negan glanced at us and then said,

“Carl, pass me the buns, please.”

Carl handed him the buns, and we began eating. I stared out the window, watching as Saviors looted the houses. The sight made me sick. I wanted to scream, to let all my rage out. I yearned to get out there and kill them all, to taste their blood and cover my hands with it. I wanted my wolf to emerge and break their bones, my magic to make them choke on their blood and tear out their hearts. I wanted them to suffer.

My thoughts were interrupted by voices outside. Negan got up and walked out, leaving Carl, Olivia, and me in silence. After a while, we realized Negan wasn’t coming back, so we went outside to see what was happening.