Our Extinction Event {Daryl Dixon}

The Ride There

Parker stopped struggling when the door closed, falling against the seat with her eyes closed, her hands covering her face as she let the most painful sob make its way out of her throat. She was being ripped away from her family. She was being taken away by the monster that had her husband in the back of a truck like a caged animal. She could feel the babies moving in her stomach and the sensation only made her cry harder. She hated everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours. She hated what happened to Glenn and Abraham. What Maggie, Sasha, and Rosita were going through, what they all had to watch. She hated that they had been forced to sit there and watch that happen. Losing two of their own right in front of their eyes. She wanted to kill Negan for what he had done, and the anger that set in as the pain began to fade filled her with rage. The driver's side door opened and Negan himself climbed into the car.

"Let's go for a ride." Parker moved as close to the door as possible, staring out the window with her hand pressed against the glass. She watched her family disappear from sight before looking away. She should have put up a bigger fight, and if she hadn't been pregnant, she would have kicked and screamed until they let her go, but she wasn't just taking care of herself anymore. She was also taking care of her twin babies. "I'm sorry for what I did," Negan apologized, and even though it sounded genuine Parker didn't believe him. "But what happened out there.. that had to happen."

"Really? You? Sorry? I find that impossible to believe." She scoffed, leaning her forehead on the window, watching the trees fly by.

"I am. But I had to make sure you and your people understood."

"By killing a pregnant woman's husband?" Parker snapped, directing her gaze towards Negan. "Because that's what you just did, you ignorant bastard. That man you just beat to death was a husband! He was going to be a father! That's why we were out there. We were trying to get his wife help. So, congratulations. You probably just killed an entire family." Negan seemed to be stunned, his silence being a dead giveaway.

"Is she the one who looked sick?" He questioned curiously, a faint smile on his face. "My goodness, she looked terrible."

"Yes," She replied dryly. "I hope you're happy."

"I didn't know."

"Because you didn't bother to ask," Parker spat. "But it doesn't matter anymore, right? My best friend died because of you. My husband was taken away like he's some kind of animal and I'm stuck here with you. What the hell are you planning on doing with me anyways?"

"To you?" Negan repeated, chuckling to himself like the question was the funniest thing he'd heard all day. "Nothing. You're just my insurance in case Rick tries something. What happens to you is really in his hands, because if he tries something, well.... you've seen what happens to people when someone tries to cross me."

"You beat them to death," She muttered angrily. "You're a monster, you that?"

"I'm no monster," Negan shook his head. "I'm just a man who's trying to survive. Just like everybody else left in this world."

"And the two people you killed back there? That was you just 'surviving'?" Parker paused for a moment as she took a breath. "What would you have done to Carl, hm? If Rick didn't agree to your shitty terms?"

"The kid?" Negan raised an eyebrow. "That was all for show. To get your prick of a brother to understand the new rules. I don't kill kids."

"What if I had punched you instead of Daryl? Would you have killed me?" She asked bitterly, staring out the window.

"Why do you think I didn't kill you back there? If it wasn't for the bun in your oven I would have smashed your head in instead of the second guy. Probably would have been a lot more effective. But, killing kids? That's not how I operate."