"If you think Rick is the problem, I guess you don't know what I'm fucking capable of you asshole." - Bellatrix Dixon
"I guess I do have more balls even than you Shane." - Bellatrix Dixon
"I'm a Dixon. And I've been through a lot more hell than any...
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It's been three days since that night.
Bellatrix wasn't the same since that night, she was colder and she was constantly at the back yard shooting furiously arrows in the tree.
She was barely sleeping, she couldn't, knowing that her father and the love of her live were with the asshole that killed two people Bellatrix cared about... she just couldn't.
The people around her were very concerned about her, Blake the most of all, Daryl and Leo were her whole world.
Blake was also grieving and he was missing his older brother and his girlfriend, who was at the Hiltop right now.
But right this moment he knew that he needed to be the older one and to take care of Bellatrix, since Daryl nor Leo were there.
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It was the fourth day since that night, when Blake woke up that morning the first thing he did was to check on Bellatrix.
It began like a pattern of his for the past days every time he wake up, he would go to his older brother's room and check on Bellatrix.
She would usually sit on the window seat, her knees against her chest and her eyes red from crying all night.
But that morning when he walked in their room, he was surprised to see that she wasn't there.
He was confused and concerned at the same time, if Bellatrix wasn't in her room and she wasn't shooting arrows in the back yard, where could she be?
Blake was walking towards the gate, lost in his thoughts when he heard cars driving up and saw the silhouette of the man he hated the most in this world.
The man that took his older brother and Daryl, and broke Bellatrix.
Negan.
Blake glared at the gates, as the asshole whistled happily, while walking up to the gate, with his bat meeting the metal three slow times.
"Little pig, little pig, let me in!" He called out teasingly.
Blake walked closer and he stood by Rosita's side, as both of them shared an angry look.
At the other side of the car, Rosita and Spencer were going to use for their run, Spencer looked towards Rosita before he stepped towards the canvas and pulled the canvas open, revealing the son of a bitch and his men.
"Well?" Negan asked, annoyed for the gates to be open.
"Um, who are you?" Spencer asked him in confusion.
Blake grimace at the idiot, he turned his gaze towards Rosita who just rolled her eyes.
Negan chuckled "Oh, you better be jokin'. Negan, Lucille. I know I had to make a pretty strong first impression."
