Wait For Me

Chapter 3

I woke up with a headache and my hands tied behind my back and my feet tied together as well. I struggled against the rope, but nothing happened.

I cried out for help, but no one came.

No one that I wanted anyway.

A man walked in that was wearing a vest.

"Listen, you're Negan's daughter, right? Well, we need info that you have, so if you talk, everything will go a-ok. You don't talk, the roads gonna get bumpy for you." He said.

"I want to see Dwight!" I yelled to him.

"Oh shut up about him. What do you even see in him? Jeez...but he's fine, we left him back there. Don't worry, we put him in a tree, no walkers can get him." He explained. "Now, info."

"Fuck you." I spat at him.

"No thanks." He muttered.

"I'm not telling you shit!" I fired back.

He sighed. "Listen, your dad killed two of our family members, one of which that was going to be a fuckin' father! Now let us know where you guys are set up!"

When I didn't say anything, he narrowed his eyes.

"Fine, have it your way." He spoke before leaving.

I leaned my head against the wall before snapping it back up when I heard the door open.

"Good luck." Someone, I supposed the same guy who I was talking to seconds before, muttered before letting a walker loose.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled, attempting to stand up, but failing.

Thankfully, the rope was loose on my feet, so I got them out pretty quickly. I lifted my butt, just enough for my hands to now be in front of me, but still tied together.

The walker was feet in front of me.

"Dammit!" I yelled before quickly standing up, just in time for the walker to get to me.

I placed it's neck in my hands, before slamming its head into the wall behind me, multiple times.

"Fuck...you...for...everything...you...have...done!" I yelled in between slams.

Once it was dead, I let it fall to the floor.

I heaved over and threw up whatever I had yesterday, before wiping my mouth and turning around.

There were multiple people in here.

"You're a fighter, I like it." A pregnant woman said.

"Yeah, well I don't give a fuck what you people like. You waltzed right into my cam—" I said, immediately regretting speaking.

Now they knew that where the flowers are, is close to my camp.

"There it is! Daryl, Michonne, Carl, Heath, Tara, Rosita, and I will go back and kill them all. Finish this. But we'll wait until night." Rick said.

"No! No! No! You can't! He'll kill even more of you guys! Trust me! Please don't!" I begged, walking towards them.

Daryl walked up to me before placing his hand under my chin. "Sorry princess." He smirked.

"Fuck you." I spat before biting down on his finger, hard.

"AH! Fuck!" He yelled and then he looked at me before punching me, hard, in the jaw.

I stumbled back a few steps before looking at him. I lunged at him, getting a good crack off of his nose even with my hands still tied, before Rick dragged me back, knocking me out once again.