The Only One | Negan

29. Blood

"You know what?" Negan's eyes found mine. He could see the stress and the pure fear I was experiencing and his brows furrowed in concern. "If we live, if I live...I will fucking get on one knee and propose to you. I will fucking marry you and nobody can stop me. Alright?"

I whimpered instead of an answer. This made things even worse. That dream also would be crashing down in the foreseeable span of a few hours.

"I will find the best fucking ring with the biggest diamond and we're gonna have a big fucking wedding. Just like people did before. We will have a future, okay? Sweetheart, look at me." He pleaded. I found the strength to raise my eyes. "Everything will be alright. To get to you, they have to go through me. And I can't fucking die."

"I'm so fucking sorry, it's my fault, if only I hadn't taken the dog, we wouldn't lose time and we would've reached the Sanctuary and..."

"No." His ruff voice almost startled me. "It's not your goddamn fault. It's mine. The whole idea was mine and I dragged you into this. You believed in me, and you followed me every step of the way." I could see him wince in pain, although he was trying his best not to show it. "And I let you down. And your people. And mine. I'm sorry."

"No, you didn't let me down, I..." The loud opening of the door interrupted me and my words turned into a wail as the troopers dragged him out of the back of the van and onto an open field. I screamed his name, so loud it hurt my throat, but it didn't matter. Two troopers dragged me out too and pushed me onto my knees a couple of feet away from him.

The commander stood with his gun held against Negan's head. There were about twenty or thirty men in total, they looked almost unreal clad in shiny white armors and their white helmets. Their new guns glistened in the sunlight.

Suddenly a door slammed and out of a white new truck, just like a panther reaching its prey, a lady approached us, her walk slow and threatening. She was lavishly dressed, with what seemed to be expensive clothes, looking totally out of place in the middle of the clearing full of dead walkers. Her hair was perfectly styled - pixie short and blonde. A pearl necklace adorned her slim neck and she fidgeted with the white pearls as she came to a stop in front of Negan. She clicked her tongue and laughed shortly and viciously.

"I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Negan Smith. I can't even believe the turnout of events that led you here, on your knees." She turned to spare me a brief glance. "And who is that?"

"Leave her alone." Negan growled.
The lady raised a perfectly shaped brow and ever so slightly nodded her chin. The commander understood the motion and kicked Negan in the stomach with such force that he bent over with a wince.

"Oh, how silly of me." The lady's laugh was high-pitched and fake. "Figures. That is your so-called "wife", isn't it? Now, my right-hand man, the one that you killed, told me that she is too some sort of a leader. So, one shot, two little birdies."

The lady flicked her wrist in a silent command and one of the troopers holding me hit me with the end of his rifle right between the shoulder blades. I suppressed the urge to scream in pain and shut my eyes.

"Leave her out of this!" Negan yelled again.
The woman turned towards him.

"See, you two have caused me a lot of trouble. Actually, your communities as is, have caused me a lot of trouble. And a lot of wasted resources. You killed my men, you infiltrated my safe haven. Oh, I forgot to mention, pardon me. I am Governor Pamela Milton, leader of the Commonwealth. And you two are an annoying torn in my finger. So, I will tell you what will happen next. My people are on their way to your communities. All four of them, to be exact. Because I'm a generous person, I will leave alive all children under the age of ten and take them in to become part of the Commonwealth. Because...children are the future, aren't they? But, you two and everyone else, will meet your end. I'm tired of this drama, honestly. And your barbaric attitude and nonsense."