Rivers & Roads || The Walking Dead Fanfiction

11. Handle it.

Chapter 11
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                 The next few nights pass in a similar fashion. I get off of my shift, head to my room, and wait for Negan to show up, I've come to expect him now. The past 2 nights he's brought me up to his room with him, tonight is no different as I follow him up the stairs and down the 4th floor corridors.

People have definitely begun to notice something going on between Negan and I. They'll stop talking when I enter the room and whisper as I pass them. Michelle fills me in on the gossip when I stop by the armory in the mornings. I guess people think I'm trying to become a wife or something, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I've met a few of the wives, it doesn't seem as glamorous as Negan makes it out to be. Plus, none of those women even want to be with him, they all seem to just be in it for the perks. Most of them doing it so save their own or someone else's life, or at least to know they'll be protected and cared for.

I'm not sure exactly what it is that's going on between Negan and I, we've been spending a lot of time together, and yeah we've been booking up. But I think we're just having fun, Negan doesn't seem like the type to want more than that anyways. Plus, I still don't know if I'm ready to completely give up on Daryl. I feel stupid for even thinking I'll find him again, but what if I do? How do I explain Negan? I already feel guilty enough about sleeping with him, but I figure if the ship has already sailed, why call it back to the harbor now? It's not like I can un-fuck him.

I've been thinking of my sisters a lot lately, wondering what they'd think about all this. Something tells me they wouldn't be too proud, Beth especially. She never liked violence, so I can't imagine she'd condone the people I'm with and their actions. Maggie would be more understanding, I'm sure. But even still, she'd give me an earful about how stealing from the other communities isn't right. Not that's she'd be wrong. I hope they're both okay, wherever they are.

|FLASHBACK|

"Isn't it nice?" Maggie says, holding her her hand out at me, showing off the ring Glenn found and gave to her, asking Maggie to marry him. I still remember back at the farm when my father gave him our grandfathers watch, and his blessing. I'm still surprised my father did that, even after seeing for my myself how happy Glenn was making her. My father was always so protective over us girls, not even liking my habit of hunting with Daryl. But it makes me happy to see her so happy, I didn't know that I'd ever see her smile again after our brother died. Glenn is a godsend for bringing that back to her, I don't know if I could've handled losing Maggie too, even if it was just emotionally. I smile at her and nod.

"It's lovely." I say, making her smile. Our heads both turn when we hear footsteps approaching the cell we're in. Beth stands there, softly bouncing baby Judith in her arms. Maggie and I smile at her as she stands just outside the cell door. I know Beth has been having a hard time recently, but she's doing her best to stay strong this time. She's been so good with Judith, when she was first born and Lori died, we all had so much to do that most of Judith's care fell to Beth. Between securing the other cell blocks and the governor breathing down our necks, we had little time to take care of ourselves, let alone a newborn. If it hadn't been for Beth, who knows how things could've gone for us.

She seems in better spirits today though, even offering a small smile to us before she turns and heads back to strolling through the cell block, softly singing to Judith. She's even been dating again I think, I see her spending a lot of time with one of the other teenagers here, Zach. I know she misses Jimmy, we all do, but I'm happy to see her moving on.

Hopefully we can start to flourish here at the prison, now that the governor has been driven off and we're all settling in amongst our new neighbors. I've been spending more time alone with Daryl recently, we've been making a point to head out of the walls at least once a day now. We'll either look for survivors to bring back here, or supplies, or go hunting. A handful of us has also started looking for the Governor, myself included. After what he did he shouldn't get to just walk away like that, although part of me hopes we never find him so that I can keep spending the extra time with Daryl.