Brother's Keeper ¹ || The walking dead

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Riven gritted his teeth as he suddenly started feeling the pain all over his lower half of his body. His skin had become increasingly pale by the amount of blood loss that he had suffered.

"..knock! Knock!" A booming voice created a headache in Riven's head as two loud bangs followed before the door to the infirmary was open.

Reagan had brought Riven to a place called the sanctuary and to its infirmary where Riven was lying down in the cot, midly annoyed by the whole situation.

A man with a barbed baseball bat and a smug grin walked in, followed by a few others.

The room felt small enough with the doctor, Reagan, and Adan already, but as these people walked in, the room started to feel suffocating to Riven.

"Well, hello there, you must be angry, bird." The man must be Negan by the sound of it.

Riven glared at him but didn't say anything, and Negan chuckled,

"I think you prefer, Riven, right?" Negan approached him, standing beside the cot, looking down at him with a smirk,

"Riven Dixon, correct? Let me guess.. you are Daryl's.." Negan hummed as if thinking, "Little brother, am I right?"

Riven continued to glare at him. Negan smiled, "I like you, so what happened here?" Negan gestured to Riven but looked at his son.

"I shot him." Reagan replied, his tone lacking emotion as he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, staring at Riven with an emotionless expression, but he seemed to have been in deep thought.

"Now that wasn't very nice of my kid, and I deeply apologize for that." Negan told Riven, throwing Reagan a look.

"He tried to kill us." Adan spoke, from where he was standing beside Reagan, his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

Negan hummed, pointing at Riven, "Now that wasn't very nice of you."

"Correction, I tried to kill him." Riven spoke, gesturing towards Adan, "and you're the piece of shit that killed Abraham and Glenn."

The smile on Negan's face wavered a bit. His smile was more of a force now, "I think you should show me a little bit more of respect."

"Why should I?" Riven questioned, and Negan took a deep calming breath,

"Because you don't want me to bash your brother's head, do you?" Negan questioned, smirking a bit as he saw Riven's expression change just a little.

"Oh, wait, you don't know, do you? I have Daryl in a cell right now. Do you want me to go get him? I could bash his head in with my sweet Lucille!" Negan held out his bat,

Riven clenched his jaw tightly, holding back from saying something that would get Daryl in trouble, possibly killed.

"That's more like it. So, doc, what's the verdict?" Negan questioned, turning to face doctor Carson.

"The bullet is still inside of him, I'll need to remove it." Doctor Carson replied, and Riven glanced at him,

"No. No, I don't trust that guy." Riven shook his head, and Reagan pushed himself off the wall, heading over to the cot,