-in the separation of her father, lucille finds herself amongst his future enemies
• seasons: six, seven, & eight
• lucille is changed from his wife to his daughter-name wise
CHAPTER FOURTEEN; SEASON SEVEN |NEW WORLD, NEW MAN|
"Not making a decision is a big decision"
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An hour later the RV was parked where it once was. The outside covered in blood, made her stomach turn for what it laid inside.
The door opened and out came flying Rick, landing on the hard dirt floor. Her father casually stepped out and yanked him closer to the group. "Here we are, let me ask you something Rick, do you even know what that little trip was about?"
Ricks hopeless eyes fixed on Carl, seeming that he was trying his hardest, not to screw this up.
"Speak when you're spoken to"
"Okay. Okay" Rick huffed out
"That trip was about the way you looked at me. I wanted to change that, I want you to understand. But you're still looking at me the same damn way...like I shit in your scrambled eggs and that's not gonna work. So do I give you another chance?"
"Yes, yes" Rick nodded
"Okay! Alright and here it is...the grand-prize game. What you'll decide next whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day" He said humorously
"Get some guns to the back of their heads, except her" Her father pointed at her
"Good now-" he continued "-Level with their noses so if you have to fire it'll be a real mess"
"Kid" He gestured to Carl to come by him "Right here - Kid NOW"
"Are you a southpaw?" Negan asked
"Am I a what?" Carl asked confused
"You a lefty?"
"No" Carl answered monotoned
"Good"
He then wrapped his belt around Carl's upper left arm
"That hurt?" He asked once he adjusted it
"No"
"Should, it's suppose to. Alright get down on the ground kid, next to daddy. Spread them wings!" He took Carl's hat off and threw it behind him. Carl knelt down but he was forced to lay on his stomach.
