Termination ➵ Rick Grimes/Negan (TWD)

Chapter 12

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"Do you hear that?" Negan asked, looking to Jerry.

I heard another loud explosion followed by more gunfire in the distance.

"Should we go check it out?" Jerry asked.

"It's not our problem." I replied.

"It could be." Jerry replied.

"She's right, it's not our problem so we should stay out of it." Andrea, his now fiancée, replied.

"I'm going anyway." Jerry declared.

"Me too. Get Bill, Jack, and Christopher and meet me at the trucks." Negan ordered Jerry.

"Be careful. Don't be stupid." I told Negan.

He nodded and headed for the gates.

"Wanna go to my place and play some cards? We can get to know each other." Andrea asked me.

"Sure." I replied.

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I looked to the door, watching as Negan and Jerry ran into the house with blood all over them.

"Sam, get to the infirmary right now." Negan ordered.

"Why? What happened?" I asked.

"Just go." He ordered.

I quickly obeyed and ran across the street to the infirmary.

"Sam!" Rosita exclaimed.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"The Scavengers, they're after us. We tried coming here, but they caught up to us." She explained.

"Is everyone okay?" I inquired.

"Carol, Michonne, and Enid were shot. Daryl, Abraham, and Rick were cut or stabbed." She replied.

"Oh God," I breathed, feeling my heart beat quicken.

"It's okay though, they're going to be okay. The doctor and some nurses are already helping them." She explained.

"Okay," I sighed, putting my hand on my forehead.

"Hey, Sam. I heard you worked with Elizabeth here, I was wondering if you could stitch up some wounds for me." Joanne stated, walking over to me.

"Okay, yeah. I'll do anything I can to help." I replied.

"Room three." She ordered.

I nodded and walked to the door before opening it and entering the room.

My eyes widened as I looked to Daryl with blood dripping down his arm.

"Holy shit." I cursed as I rushed over to him.

I immediately got a towel and put it over his arm before making him apply pressure to the wound.

"I wouldn't go in room four if I were you." He stated.

"How are you so calm? You're losing blood." I replied.

"Rick is in room four." He replied.

"Is he okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, but definitely not okay with you." He stated.

"Why?" I inquired, even though I knew why.

"Because you're laying an egg in five months and it ain't his." He replied.

I rolled my eyes and began cleaning his arm while trying to stop the bleeding.

"I tried to say goodbye to him before I left, but you know where he was? With a girl in the watchtower, and everyone knows what that means." I explained.