The Dixon Sister | Negan FanFic

Everything Is His, Or Will Be

Eliza |

I had toned everything out. All the cries and the screams.

I had tears in my eyes, threatening to spill out. And for the first time since my eldest brother, Merle, died... I let the tears fall slowly down my face as I looked at the bodies of Abraham and Glenn.

Glenn...my chinaman. I almost smiled at the thought of him. He was my best friend. One of the only people other than my brothers that I could open up to. He'd always been there for me since my brothers and I came across the group. And Abraham, rough around the edges. Always making somewhat rude but funny comments. One of the reasons we got along, because of our attitudes and amazing comebacks.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when my I was roughly brought up to my feet. I looked at the man who put his hands on me, grunting as he held me tightly, I brought my fist up to his face. He fell to the ground as another one of Negan's men came up to me and pushed me to the ground. I watched as they threw Daryl into the back of the van. Negan leaned down to Rick, "What siblings they are...just alike." He glanced at me with a smile before his men threw me into another truck, not with my brother. "I like them. They're mine now." He stood up, walking away. "We'll be back in a week to collect what's ours. Until then, ta-ta."

He got into the driver's seat of the truck they threw me into, me being in the passenger's seat. He looked over to me with a wide, crooked smile on his face. "As you already know, Im Negan. And you are?" I stayed silent, keeping a cold, hard expression on my face as I stared at him. "You don't talk much do you? Im sure that will change." He smiled as he started the truck, making his way back to his compound. "Tough one is your brother right?" He glanced over at me. "Yeah, I can tell. You two have the same set of balls." He chuckled to himself before stopping, looking at me. "You should speak when spoken to." I stared at him, rubbing my bruised knuckles. "Okay, well I'm sure if I have a little chat with Lucille and your dear brother, you'll speak." He smirked. I growled, tensing up, "You touch him, I will kill you." He laughed loudly, "She speaks!" He seems too amused by this, "We'll see about that sweetheart. Now, are you gonna tell me your name?" He looks at me as we pulls up into, I guess what must be his compound. I look over to him, "Dixon. Eliza Dixon." I tell him in a monotone.