Fighting for our Future {TWD Daryl Dixon}

63: Just Fucking Do It

Every single one of us was crying as we watched Negan walk away from the body of our friend. Flashbacks to when we first arrived at the prison came to mind. Specifically the moment when Creepo bashed Biggy-Bigs head in. I never thought I would see anything as disturbing as that. But this.... Abraham's death was way worse. At least there was a reason as to why Creepo wanted to kill Biggy-Bigs. But with Negan and Abraham. There was no real reason other than to torture us.

Negan swung his baseball bat again but this time it was solely so he could get some of Abraham's blood off of it. I looked over at my father and watched as his face became coated in our friends blood.

"Oh, my goodness." Negan was laughing as he looked at Abraham's dead body. "Look at this!" He now looked at the baseball bat in his hands. "You guys, look at my dirty girl!" 

He then walked over to Beth who had been sitting directly next to Abraham. "Sweetheart," He placed the bat directly in front of her face, letting some of Abraham's blood drip onto her knees. "Lay your eyes on this." Beth refused to look at it. "Oh, damn. Were you- Were you together?" Beth shook her head, and I watched Aiden grab her hand. "You should know that there was a reason for all this. Red, and hell, he was, is, and will ever be red. He just took one or six or seven for the team! So take a damn look." 

Beth slowly looked at the bat and started crying more intensely. As much as I hate that he forced her to look at Abraham's blood, I'm glad that she did as he asked so we didn't cause another issue. I would have started that issue. One more second with that bat in front of her face, and I would have thrown one of my boot-knives directly into Negan.

"See, Sweetheart, that wasn't that bad now was it?" Negan laughed before finally walking away from Beth. My eyes drifted over to my husband and I started to worry even more when I saw the emotional state he was in. Daryl is ready to pounce. And that's a problem.

Negan walked back over to my father and ordered his people to bring him to the RV so they could go for a drive. I would say that Negan isn't stupid enough to kill my father while out on their drive, but at the same time I don't know that. But if he does come back without my father, I'll be raising hell. I know everybody else here will do the same.

We all had to sit quietly with guns to our heads while Negan and my father were gone. Nobody dared to even say one word, in fear that Abraham's death won't be the only one today.

After about an hour of waiting, the RV pulled back in. Once it was parked the door swung open and my father was tossed out of the vehicle, while holding onto an ax. Negan came out slowly behind him and grabbed the collar of my dads jacket roughly while dragging him into the center of our semi-circle. 

"Here we are." Negan stated in a cocky tone. "Let me ask you something, Rick. Do you even know what that little trip was about?" Dad didn't reply as he looked around at all of our grieving and terrified faces. "Speak when you're spoken to." Negan demanded.

"Okay. Okay." Dad told him while letting out a bunch of heavy breaths.

Negan slightly smiled as he looked down at my father. "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. Like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work. So, do I give you another chance?" He then crouched down next to my father.

"Yeah." Dad's voice was shaky, and it was killing me to see him like that. "Yes."

Negan patted Dad's shoulder before standing back up. "Okay. Alright. And here it is, the grand prize game." Negan laughed. "What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day." Negan glanced at Carl and then at me. "Ricks kids! Front and center."