TWD Oneshots

The Line up - Maggie Rhee

It was dark and all I could hear and see were footsteps surrounding us, whistling, cries from Maggie, and headlights from some vehicle in front of us. The panic set in. I felt a lump form in my throat and my stomach dropped. With shaking hands I grabbed onto my sister Maggie. Clinching her arm and hand in mine.

Tons of people walked out of the shadows. Men, women, and even teenagers. They all held guns, knives, all sorts of weapons of all kinds. One in particular stood out from the rest. He stood in the middle, in front of us all. He was old, had a mustache, and had his hands on his hips. He looked pissed and sweat began to form on his shirt, looking like he spilled something upon it.

"Kneel!" He yells. This causes us all to flinch. We stood tall. Knowing we shouldn't kneel to a man like this. To no one. "Now!" He yells once more. When he does so his men walk towards us and kicks us to the ground. Our knees hit the muddy dirt below. Maggie grunts and whimpers as she holds her stomach in pain. He was pregnant and out of all times, right now she was due.

I looked at her with worry. She just nods and eyes the man. Why was this happening? Why now and why these assholes? My mind kept racing, to the point I didn't listen to the man talking. I was cut into reality when I heard and saw the man banging on the side of their trailer.

"Let's meet the man!" He yells. I looked around. Eugene was already tearing up. Sweat began to slide down his face as he shook in place. The door to the trailer opens. We were soon met with a man with a salt and pepperd beard. He wore a leather jacket and a red handkerchief around his neck. What is he, an emo Fred from Scooby Doo?

He slings a beautiful wooden bat over his shoulder. It was wrapped in barbwire. A smile formed on his face as he stared at us all down. Looking at us kneeling before him in a line. Poor Sophia was scared shitless. I could see how much she wanted to hug her mom Carol and never let go.

"What do we got here?" The man asks. He walks around slowly, aiming the bat at us all. Talking about who he is and why we are in this predicament. "I'm Negan." He introduces himself. Everyone stays silent in fear of what he would do. Just the look of this Negan guy already gives me the creeps. "Who's the leader?" He asks.

No one answers.

"Let me guess, maybe you? You look like a badass!" He says while pointing his hat at Abraham. "No? Uh. Maybe you" He asks Rick. "I asked you a question." He says pissed off that no one's talking. Rick just nods as his eyes soon meet Negan's as he lifts up his head. he had that dangerous look in his eye. I've seen it too many times before to know what it means exactly.

"Yeah, it's you." Negan says smirking. He crouched down to Rick's level. Grabbing his face, making him look at him directly. His bat lands in the ground with a thud. I looked and saw everyone staring at them. Worried painted their faces. I see Carl eyeing Negan down, Michonne is trying to be calm as some guy manhandles her husband, and Abraham's face is filled with rage as if he could punch this guy bloody any second now.

"You killed my men." He mutters. My face drops. It was their men we killed. Shit. "You think you can just go around and kill whoever you please?!" He yells. He grabs his bat and gripes his hands tightly around it. His knuckles soon turn white. "How about we make it even. I take two of your guys for payment?" He asks. Rick just gives him a dead blank stare.

"How about a game?" He asks. He walks around with his bat in hand. He started singing eeny meeny miny mo while swinging his bat around at our heads. He was going to kill two of us. We're fucked. I hold my sisters hand as she grunts in pain. I could already smell the blood. She was in pain and might soon die if we don't get to Alexandria soon.

"You." He says as his bat stops at Abraham. "No one moved or make a sound. If they do, cut the cowboys other eye out." He says while smiling. Shit Carl. How is Negan making this a game. A sick game. "Any last words?" He asks Abraham.

"Suck my nuts." Is all he said before a bat swings down his head. The sound of Negan's laughter filled the woods. Everyone cheering him on like it's a game. Like he already won. He's like a snake in a cage. And we were it's baite. The blood seeps out of his his head. Blood splattering everywhere as he keeps beating him to death.

The sounds of everyone's cried were heard. Rosita's screams for him echoes throughout the words. Calling for him as he lays there lifeless. Our bodies couldn't move. It was as if we were humanized to stay still. Maggie's hands shake as they grip tighter to mine. Our eyes meet, tears slowly fall down her wet soft skin. They soon meet the ground as they get wiped clean.

Daryl shoots up and punchs Negan down. He didn't fall but stumbled into one of his men. "Now! That shit I can't let pass!" He yells as he eyes us all down. One look from him could basically kill you or even turn you into stone. "Who's next?" He asks while looking at us as if we were going to raise our hands. "So be it." He says before smashing his bat into another member of our group.

Glenn.

His face hit the ground. Blood spilling out of his face. His eye was popped out and blood ran down his face from his scalp. He mutters words but none I could make out. Maggie screams in horror. Seeing her man dying right in front of her as she shes giving birth to their baby. "Bitch is still standing?!" Negan yells before landing one last hit.

Glenn's body hits the ground with a thub. As Negan looks around at everyone with a big smugness on his face, he swings his bat around, causing Glenns blood to be splattered upon Rick's cheek. The fear in his eyes grew. The tears flew out and cries bellowed. Everyone was in despair. Tears start to pour from my eye sockets. We just seen two of our members die a brutal death. One that shouldn't of even happened.

The feeling of guilt, sadness, anger, and pain rushed over me. My eyes start to swell as I cry out. Maggie holds her stomach as she stares at Glenn's body. He was laying lifelessly as blood puddles around him. The red crimson blood soon darken into the muddy dirt. As Maggie grips her belly tight I realize, this baby will not have a father to grow up with. His father will not be there for when he finally comes into this wretched world.

All because of one man and his army. All because we decided to kill a group that hurt our own. All because we made the wrong choice, at the wrong time, and with the wrong people. A mother, now a widow. A son, now an orphan. A group now torn apart.