Come Back...

Bullets

"Put some back or the next one goes in you." Carl stared at the Savior menacingly and I had my gun to the back of the other one's head. A low, rough chuckle snapped my senses and I looked to the side. Rick stood there, glaring at Carl and I. Negan smiled, holding his demon bat. "My, my, what do we have here?" His voice was sweet and humorous. I've never wanted to kill him more. Rick held out his hand and Carl angrily placed his gun in it. Rick took my gun as well. "Your kid and his girlfriend have some brass balls, Rick." Rick leaned towards us and whispered, "Wait outside." Carl and I sulked out onto the porch, watching as Negan's goons stripped us of everything we had. I looked at Carl. His blue eye was cold and hard and full of hate. I reached out and took his hand. He grasped it firmly.

"I swear one day I'm gonna fucking kill him." "Carl-" "You can't stop me. But you can help." I stared at him in shock. He took my face in his hands and said, "You know you want to end him as much as I do. He took Glenn, baby, and Abraham." I shook my head slowly. "Carl...yes, I hate Negan. I hate him with a passion. But killing him...we can't babe. We leave that to my dad and your dad." "What? How the hell do you expect me to stay calm when he's just abusing us?" He let go of me and banged his fists on the rail of the porch stairs. I stepped closer to him and placed my hands on his shoulders.

Negan had pushed us to the edge.