Jaycee panted heavily, looking over at Abraham's dead body, head bashed open. He was dead.
She bit down on her tongue, looking over at her daughter that held her head in her hands, kneeling closer to Aaron. Abraham was gone.
Jaycee's body shook, tears freely falling from her eyes as she let quiet breaths out. The blood of Abraham dripped off of the bat. "Did you hear that?" Negan chuckled in a sinister way. "He said, 'suck my nuts.'" He let out another laugh.
Jaycee turned to Rosita, who stared right in front of her, tears staining her cheeks. Negan then raised his bat, continuing to bash what was left of Abraham's head. Jaycee winced as it continued, until there was nothing left but mush.
"Oh, my goodness!" Negan stared down at the wired bat, a sickening grin on his face. "Look at this." He flicked his bat, making the blood decorate the right side of ricks face. "You guys, look at my dirty girl!" He chuckled. What kind of sick fuck was this guy?
He panted as he moved towards Rosita, who refused to look up. "Sweetheart." He stood in front of her, putting the blood covered bat in her face.
Jaycee dug her nails into her things, narrowed eyes as she looked up at the man. "Lay your eyes on this." He smirked as Rosita stared at it, her body shaking. "Oh damn." Negan turned to the remains of Abraham. "Were you—were you together?" He tilted his head. "That sucks." He put the bat back near her face. "But if you were, you should know there was a reason for all of this. Red—and hell, he was, is and will ever be red." He chuckled as Jaycee felt sick to her stomach. "He just took one or six or seven for the team." He said loudly. "So take...a damn look. Rosita let out quiet cries, shaking her head. "Take a damn look!"
Daryl grunted as he quickly got up, throwing his fist into negans face. Negan walked backwards as Daryl went to take another hit, but negans men were quick to grab him.
Jaycee's breathing became heavy as she stared at Daryl, who was tackled to the ground. "No!" Negan yelled, bat pointed at Daryl. "Oh, no." He breathed out, shaking his head. He lowered his bat, chucking. "That? Oh, my! That..." He crouched down beside Daryl. "That is a no-no."
Jaycee's tongue started to bleed from the amount of pressure she was putting into it with her teeth.
Jaycee Gomez was scared. Not for her. But for her family. For her daughter. For everyone. "The whole thing—not one bit of that shit flies here!" He said as Dwight came over, thinking he was the shit and pointed Daryl's own crossbow in his face.
