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Carl's POV

The sun hits my face as Negan and I step out of the Sanctuary. Just as our feet hit the dirt, a box truck rolls up.

"You're driving kid, I call shotgun." Negan says as he hoists Lucille onto his shoulder and walks around the truck. I'm about to climb in, until I hear a familiar voice from behind me. I whip my head around to see a man with curly blonde hair, standing in front of (y/n), wagging his finger in her face. I stand still, unable to move from my place as my heart races. She looks around miserably as she gets berated next to the fences, and finally her eyes land on me. She looks completely dumbfounded, like she hasn't seen me in years. I feel my first foot lift off the ground and begin to run, only to be stopped by sharp tug at the collar of my shirt. Negan grips onto me and pulls me back, slamming me into the truck door. His voice booms from behind me in my ear.

"You do NOT speak to her. You do not LOOK at her. She is being punished, understand? She is not allowed to speak to you or see you, and if she does, she gets an addition to her punishment.", Negan lifts up his bat and knocks it against the door next to my head,"And you do not want me to add to her punishment I assure you...Nod so I know you understand." I shake in fear, and nod. Slowly, Negan lets go and lifts himself away from me. I slowly climb into the truck and turn to look at where (y/n) was, only to find she's gone. My heart drops, and I feel the heat in my chest that appears when I miss her. I sadly get into the truck, start it up, and head for Alexandria with Negan.

Your POV

Gavin drags you to the side of the building by your wrist. You watch as Carl slowly fades out of view, shoved against the side of the truck by Negan. Similarly, Gavin shoves you against hot stone wall of the factory.

"I forgot that boy was here. As I was saying, if you act like that on a run again we're gonna have to tell Negan, and he's gonna make you a prisoner again. And I really don't feel like going through all that hassle." Gavin points his dirty finger at you.

"I can't just sit by as you threaten those poor people. Who cares if they were ONE TURNIP SHORT. I wasn't going to let you kill anyone there." You sternly look at Gavin, his face completely apathetic.

"You've acted out on the past 2 runs, that's 2 strikes. 3 strikes and you're-" Gavin is cut off by a swift kick to his side. He groans in pain and turns around, only to be punched in the face, knocking him out. Behind him stands Jesus, who gives you a warm, and very much needed smile.

"He'll be out for a while, but I found motorcycles we can steal. Let's go." You nod, and follow him as you sprint around the building. Your heart pumps with adrenaline, and you can't help but smile as the two of you run together. You'd missed the feeling of being around someone you don't completely hate. As you approach a courtyard sort of area, you hear the crunching of someone's skull. You turn the corner to see Daryl repeatedly bashing in the skull of Joey. You watch in horror as he continues to smash the bloody remains of him. He looks up at you two, blood staining his face and hands.

"It ain't just about gettin by here. It's about gettin it all." he grumbles. You and Jesus exchange looks of concern, but you decide to brush it off. You knew exactly all the torture he had been through, so you really didn't blame him.

"I got the keys, let's go." Daryl says, climbing onto a motorcycle. You start to head for the bike, but realize all your belongings are still up in your room. Your bag, your gun, and most importantly, your sketchbook, filled with accounts from your time through the apocalypse, drawings, and little notes from Carl and Enid.

"You guys go ahead. I gotta go get something first." Jesus immediately shakes his head.

"No, there's no way you're getting out if you go back in there." he says, his voice concerned.