Falling Into Place

Chapter Ten

"You." He spoke.

I wanted to ask where the woman was, but I already knew. She was Negan's now.

"Uh, sup." I allowed the words to flow from my mouth. "Whatcha got there?"

He saw me eyeing the bat, and he visibly gripped it tighter.

"He took my wife, I take his."  He hisses.

I furrow my brow.

"I suggest you give that back to him. He won't like that very much." I nearly whisper, slowly reaching my hand out to grab it. He pulls it further away from my hand, and behind his back.

On instinct, I grab a hold of my knife and press it against his neck.

"Give it to me, or I swear to God I'll slice you open quicker than you can say 'alright'."

He handed it to me, and I snatched it with my free hand, and pocketed my knife with the other.

"Good, now get the fuck out of here." I snap. He glares at me as he begins to jog off into the darkness.

"You're associating yourself with the wrong people, (y/n)." He said.

"Wait, how do you know my na-"

He was gone before I could finish, so I just shrugged and took a seat on a pile of leafs beside a tree.

I gripped Lucille in my hands, examining the wood, cluttered with holes and scuffs. This is what ended my group's lives.

The barbed wire glistened in the moonlight, though it was dull.

I debated whether I would bring it back to Negan, or if I would just leave.

I spent a good few hours there, mulling over every possible outcome. It started getting colder. They definitely knew I had ran away about now.

"I'm taking it back." I whispered to myself, getting up.

I had to make it clear that I did not take Lucille.

Negan nearly jumped from his seat as I bursted in the door, storming in.

A mixture of blood and mud trailing behind me, and Lucille hoisted over my shoulder.

A man's decapitated hand gripped in my hand.

"Found her."

Too much? Too much. Sorry.

Also, who else fucking died when they saw Negan playing with Judith? I had literal heart palpitations.