Lilly Watkins has always been the strong one compared to her twin. That doesn't change when the dead start walking. Taking care of her family during the apocalypse, she never relied on anyone else. When she meets Daryl Dixon, a more temperamental pe...
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Tiff runs into the house, the door slamming and startling her little brother. Milly comes downstairs to investigate.
"What's wrong?" I ask her.
"Maggie is having severe pain, something to do with the baby. Rick is loading up the RV to take her to Hilltop. He wants you to go."
"Shit," I mutter, grabbing my jacket to follow her. I know Milly has Ashley and Cash handled. We are still waiting for Daryl, Rosita, Carol, Morgan, Michonne, and Glenn to come back, which means we really can't spare a bunch of people going to Hilltop. Still, Maggie is a priority. With how pissed off this other group is, we can't afford to leave Maggie defenseless.
"Stay here," I tell my daughter. "Go back to the house. In my drawer is a spare pistol and ammo. Keep it on you at all times. Understood?"
She nods before hugging me. "We'll be okay." Carl is walking up to us, hugging Tiff goodbye next before we climb onto the RV. Abraham, Sasha, Eugene and Aaron are going along with us as well, leaving Alexandria more vulnerable than I'd like. Rick sits in the back with Maggie, with Carl, Eugene, and me in the middle. Abraham and Sasha take the front.
"What the bitch?" Abraham mutters, and I come forward, looking out the windshield. A group of men, most likely Negan's crew, is blocking the road. Rick comes up beside me.
"Are we doing this?" Abraham asks, looking at Rick and me.
"No. Turn around."
Rick shakes his head. "We are going down. Maybe I can reason with them."
"Rick–"
"Stay in the RV with Maggie."
Everyone but me walks to the front of the vehicle, putting their hands up as if they mean no harm. I can't hear what is being said, but when the other group responds, I can tell Rick doesn't like what they're saying. Our group turns around, climbing back in.
"How'd that work out?" I poke at him.
"Don't start, Lilly."
Eugene and Sasha decide on a new route, and we change course. Another hour passes before the RV slows again.
"Bitchnuts," Abraham swears, staring ahead at another group of people blocking the road. Rick comes up beside me to look as well.
"We should end this right now," Carl says from over our shoulder.
Rick looks at me before shaking his head. "No. There are five of us versus about sixteen. We want to play it our way."
Abraham nods, slowly turning the RV around. One of the men at the blockade shoots into the air repeatedly with the automatic rifle, most likely to draw in Walkers with the noise.
"How are we on gas?" Rick asks.
"About half a tank."
"Those weren't the same men from the previous road," Sasha adds.
