Negan's daughter R.G (ON HOLD)

7

The sun came up and everyone went to work. My heart raced at the thought of what would happen to Dwight. He was a good guy before he joined us. I could tell. Sherry would tell me about all their dates, and adventures before the turn. I admired them, and wanted what they had.

When me and Matt were together I was happy. The most happiest I've ever been in years. Of course my father didn't approve of him. It took him months to start to like him; only because he knew that he made me happy. Matt was afraid of liking me because he thought he get killed. When he did die part of me did too.

After I got cleaned up; I went to to Dwight's cell. A guard was standing by. "Can't let you in Rey" he said. "I just wanna see him" I said. "Let the girl in" a voice said. I looked to see my Dad. I went in, and sat beside Dwight. "Dwight I am so sorry" I whispered. He shook his head, and looked at me. "It's not your fault" he said. "Yes it is" I whispered. There was a bang on the door. We both looked at my Dad.

"Rey I need a minute with Dwight" he said. I got up and stood outside. "Does it have that homey feel? You spent a lot of nights in here. We went out looking for your failed project, right about the time I threw you in here...and by the time I got back I was short a wife" he said. "Which one?" Dwight asked. "Sherry" he said. I looked at my Dad.

"That is one hell of a coincidence...her leaving a few hours after Daryl took off. Daryl didn't force his way out. Someone opened the door for him" my Dad said. "It wasn't Sherry" Dwight said. I gulped and began to pinch my arm. "Was it you? Or the other way around? You change your stripes Dwighty boy? After everything Dwight who are you?" He asked. "I'm Negan" he said. My Dad stood in front of the door and Dwight stood up.

"Daryl is like you. He's emotional. He's either on his way home or coming back to kill both of us. So you think you know where Sherry went?" My Dad asked. "Yeah" he said. "Bring her back and we can sort it out" he said. I walked up to them. "Dad if it's alright with you...I'd like to go with him" I said looking at both of them.

He patted my shoulder. "You go with Dwight make sure he comes back alive" he said hugging me. "And Dwight keep my daughter alive as well" he said letting go. "Doc, fix what you can and then you two can hit the road" he said. Dr. Carson stitched Dwight up and we were on our way.

"Why did you want to come?" He asked me gripping the steering wheel. "I care about Sherry too" I said glaring at him. "I didn't know that you two were friends" he said. "We're not at the moment but" I stopped. "Are you really going to bring her back?" I asked. "If she's alive" he said. I looked forward. "I still love her. Even if she is with someone else, and is safe, it's better then not knowing if she's dead or alive" he said looking at me.

"What do you think he'll do to her if we find her?" I asked. "Rey...if he kills her, I will kill him...even if that means I die with him. I won't even fight, you could do it" he said. "Well that's not gonna happen I won't let him hurt her" I said looking out the window.

We pulled up to this yellow house. We got out and slowly walked up to the house. Dwight stood in the doorway for a few seconds. "Honey?" He called out. I looked in the living room and saw a picture. It was Dwight, and Sherry. "This was your house?" I asked looking at him. He nodded and went into one of the rooms.

I followed him. There was a note with wedding rings. He picked up the note and started to read it. "Dwight?" I asked. He started to tear up. He started to kick and throw furniture. My eyes started to water as well. He continued to destroy the dresser. "Dwight" I said stopping him. "She's gone Rey" he said breaking down. I hugged him, and cried.