Termination ➵ Rick Grimes/Negan (TWD)

Chapter 25

so i suck but school is literally being a pain in my ass

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Quick summary: Negan and Sam still aren't on talking terms, Rosita and Abraham aren't on good terms, and Daryl is still in the hospital- but alive. Sam is living with Rosita, Sam and Rick are on talking terms, and as expected-- a big shit storm is coming >:)

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"Sam, Rick is downstairs." Rosita told me as I opened the bedroom door.

"Why?" I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders, "he said he wanted to talk to you."

I slowly walked downstairs, my back still sore.

"Hi." I muttered once I got to the bottom of the stairs.

"I brought you some coffee." He stated.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

"Anyways, Carl tried calling you. We're having a get together with everyone this evening. He was wanting you to come." He replied.

"Where?" I inquired.

"My house. We're having a cook-out." He answered with a smile.

"Well I hope to God you aren't the one grilling." I joked.

"Nah, Abraham is doing that." He replied.

"What time?" I asked.

"Around 6 o'clock." He answered.

"I'll try to come." I replied.

"Good. Try to get Rosita to come too." He replied.

"I'll try but I won't have any luck. I don't even know what happened between her and Abraham, she doesn't want to talk about it so I haven't pressed her." I muttered, not wanting her to hear me.

"I'm just as lost as you are on that one." He replied, heading to the door.

"Yeah. So the thing starts at 6, right?" I asked.

"Yup." He replied, opening the door.

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"No. We need to go home." I told Rosita as we pulled into Rick's driveway and my eyes landed on Negan.

Rick didn't tell me Negan would be here.

"You didn't tell me Abraham was going to be here." Rosita spat.

"I thought you knew." I replied, my eyes avoiding contact with Negan.

"Let's go." She muttered as she turned her car off.

"What are you doing? I want to go home, and you don't even want to be here." I replied.

"We are bad bitches, okay? We don't run from our problems." She declared before getting out of the car.

I got out of the car and took a deep breath before walking to the front of the house.

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I took a long drag of the cigarette and looked over to Negan who was taking a swig of whiskey.

"Ready to go?" Rick asked, stepping in front of me.

"Go where?" I asked.

"Home. Rosita left with Daryl." He replied.

"That's fine. I'll walk." I replied.

"No you won't." He replied.

"Um, yeah I will. Who said you were the boss of me?" I snapped.

He smirked before throwing his hands up and taking a step back.

I flinched, hearing a gunshot followed by three more.

"Oh, shit." Rick muttered before grabbing my wrist and pulling me behind him.

I turned my head, watching as Negan fell to the ground, followed by Carl, and Carol.

I felt my heart stop as Rick started running into the fire to pull Carl away.

I stood frozen, watching as the gunman ran off down the street.

"Help!" Carol screamed.

I looked to Michonne who knelt by Carol before I looked to Negan who was bleeding out.

I ran to him before dropping to my knees and placing both hands on his chest to apply pressure.

He wrapped his hands around my wrists, gripping them as he looked into my eyes.

"Please," He choked out as multiple tears slid from his eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere." I squeaked as I heard sirens in the distance.

I wanted to look up from his eyes but I couldn't. I was in a trance, and I couldn't break my gaze from him.

I looked to his chest, finding that my hands were covered in blood.

I watched as three ambulances sped down the road, totally passing us up.

"Carl!" Rick screamed.

I looked over, finding that Carl was no longer conscious, and his chest wasn't rising.

I felt my heart fall into my stomach as Negan's breathing slowed.

"You got to keep breathing, okay? You don't have a damn choice. Breathe." I snapped, looking at Negan, trying to block out the possible death of Carl.

"I never stopped," Negan cried.

"Don't talk. Breathe. Focus on breathing." I ordered.

"Loving you." He choked.

"Stop." I demanded, feeling tears sting my eyes.

"Please!" Rick yelled, knocking me back out of my trance.

By now, two ambulances arrived and two paramedics loaded Negan onto a stretcher after he let go of my arm.

He held out his hand, as if he wanted me to come.

I desperately looked to Rick who was already in an ambulance with Carl before I ran after Negan who was being loaded into the ambulance.

"I'm here." I muttered as I stayed to the back of the ambulance while the paramedics tried to stop the bleeding.

I felt my heart stop again as Negan's eyes closed.

"He's still got a pulse." One of them declared to the other.

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so I am a total dumbass and thought I updated in February and I got on here and it said December on the last chapter and I'm like WHAT

Thanks for checking on me, you guys are amazing. I love all of you so much, and I'm okay. Just took a break 😌

I have the ACT Tuesday and I'm not ready :')

BUT I AM BACK I GUESS UNLESS MY BRAIN SHUTS DOWN LIKE THE LAST THREE TIMES.

I missed you guys so much and I'm so sorry for not updating. Life is hectic, unfortunately.

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