𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝘽𝙤𝙙𝙮 : ̗̀➛ 𝙙.𝙙

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Del stared down at the dirt. Nothing was real, she was dreaming. This wasn't happening. Her hands shook as she turned her palms to face her. Blood. His blood was all over her. She was coated in it, it dripped down her skin, it felt painful. The only sound she could hear was Maggies cries, her whimpers, everyone's terrified whimpers. They were scared to move, scared to breathe.

Slowly her blurred vision focused on the ground beside her. It was gone, his entire head, gone. It was mashed in with the dirt, she couldn't tell what was earth and what was Glenns head. And his blood... it felt so heavy soaking on her clothes, on her face, her skin, her hair.

None of this could be real. There wasn't a god in the entire universe that would allow Glenn of all of them to be gone. Sasha cried louder than anyone. Del slowly cocked her head to Abrahams dead body, lying just like Glenns, nothing but brain matter and bits of skull. She shook. This wasn't real. It wasn't.

Glenn and Abraham were dead. She might as well have been too. She was just a shell of her body.

She dropped her hands back into the dirt, staring up at the sky that was a shade of light grey. It was almost morning. None of this was real, she kept telling herself it was a dream. A sick and twisted dream.

She wondered if Daryl was crying shut up in the back of that truck. If it was dark in there, if it felt like forever had passed. Time couldn't seem to move any slower.

She wondered if he was killing Rick. If he had taken Rick somewhere far away to kill him. And if he was, she was just sitting there, betraying him, but she couldn't bring herself to move, couldn't bring herself to speak or even cry.

Then she felt it, she felt the sickness roll up her throat, and onto her legs and the dirt in front of her. Hot puke, splattering. She didn't even care, she wanted it to cover every last bit of her friend's blood. She didn't want to see anymore red. She was tired of the color red.

"Holy shit, look at her!" A voice from behind her laughed. She turned her head, staring up at the man, the one who had recognized her, the grey hair and the mustache. A wide grin on his face as he stared down at her, "You're all red, Red."

Del lips parted, looking at him, very softly.

"What is your name?" She questioned gently. She could feel eyes on her, feel her friends staring.

He stepped forward, crouching to her level.

"Simon."

"Simon."

"Yeah."

"I'm gonna kill you, Simon."

His face etched into a wide smile, but Del didn't budge, she didn't blink, didn't breathe, as he began cackling with laughter.

"Okay, sweet pea."

She had nothing else to say. She would. She would kill him, she would kill Negan, with the same bat he killed Glenn and Abraham with. It was solidified in her mind. They would suffer, not today, maybe even not a week from then, but she was going to kill them.

...

They watched as Negan threw Rick from the RV. He scrambled on the ground. All Del could think was he looked pathetic, but if Rick was pathetic what would that make her?

"Let's roll out... You know the agreement." Negan smiled at Rick.

He began walking back towards the RV before stopping in his tracks, spinning on his heel to look down at Del. She felt her skin crawl.

"And... I want little red in the RV with me... I'm taking her... Y'all don't mind, do you?"
He looked at Rick. Ricks eyes only flickered for a second. He was far out of his body, but so was Del. She begged Rick to say no, to fight for her, but he just nodded, slowly, and that broke her.

She looked at Maggie, but Maggie wasn't even hearing what was going on, Del could tell, Maggie was gone, and the brokenness seemed to overtake her.

She thought of Jake, of Beth, what they would do without her, how would they live. She just wanted her baby.