Termination ➵ Rick Grimes/Negan (TWD)

Chapter 7

WARNING: suicidal moments, possible triggers

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I opened my eyes, finding that I was laying on the ground in front of the prison.

I looked around, remembering what happened before I got shot by what I assume was a tranquilizer.

I looked to Rick who was just waking up when I began searching my body for any wounds or anything abnormal.

"They put microchips back in us." Enid muttered.

"They?" Rosita asked.

"The Government." I answered, pulling myself up off of the ground.

"Everyone okay?" Rick asked.

Everyone answered with a positive answer before we all went inside to determine what to do next.

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I looked to Rick who was staring blankly at the wall across from him before I walked over to him.

"What's bothering you?" I asked.

"Everything." He replied.

"Anything I can do to help?" I inquired.

"Yeah. You could leave me alone." He replied.

I mentally rolled my eyes before turning around and walking back to my cell.

I shrugged off what he said, because whenever I'm in a bad mood, I want everyone to leave me alone.

"Hey, Sam, could you give me some advice?" Enid asked.

"Yeah." I replied, stopping in the hallway.

"What do you do when you love someone, but you're not sure if they love you?" She inquired.

"Tell them anyway. Imagine that you die, or whoever dies, and you love them and they loved you but you never told each other? Tell them anyway." I replied.

"What do you do if you love someone, but they're going through a hard time? Do you stay by their side or stay away?" She inquired.

"You let them know that you love them, and that you're here for them." I replied.

"What if that person yells at you?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"You let them know that you love them anyway." I replied, walking into my cell.

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I stood up from my bed and walked out of the prison.

I began walking up the stairs of the watch tower when I heard commotion from the top.

I pushed the door open and found Rick standing in the corner with his hands on the wall.

I looked around, finding nothing but a mess with everything on the floor.

"Rick," I mumbled, watching as his breathing began to quicken.

"I can't." He muttered.

"Can't what?" I asked, stepping over some broken glass.

"Breathe." He replied, turning to look at me.

I frowned, watching as tears streamed down his cheeks.

I walked over to him before cupping his cheeks with my hands.

Everything from Judith's death to everything that's happened must be finally getting to him.