Living with the Dead.(twd)

Punishment. (195)

MADISON'S POV.

The truck jolts and swerves making all of us unsteady in the back. Negan sits in the front of course, along with Simon.
Carl and I along with a group of saviors sit in the back. The door is wide open allowing us to watch the road disappear behind us.

I rub my hands against my jeans trying to get rid of the nervous sweat on them. We're not at Alexandria yet but my heart is already pounding.
Kai must be worried about where I've gone. I didn't get to tell him I was leaving.

Carl looks at me and he looks equally as nervous.
"What are we gonna do?" He mouths to me.
I shrug my shoulders.
I've been asking myself that question since we were put in the truck.

I feel the paper I put in my back pocket earlier crumple underneath me. I'm worried somebody might take it off me. I need it.

I shiver in the crisp early Autumn weather. The door lets the wind sweep in underneath us and a number of us shiver at the same time.
A savior throws a jacket at me.
I throw it back.
"I don't want it." I protest stubbornly.
"Yeah but your pre-"
"Did I stutter ? I. Don't. Want. It!" I snap.
"WEAR IT!" Negan booms from the front. I open my mouth to answer back but he shuts me up quickly.
"This isn't up for discussion Madison. Don't get me angry. I might decide to take it out on someone back home." He challenges.
I sigh and catch the jacket that's thrown at me again.

I shrug into it and try to roll up the oversized sleeves but it's no use, they fall down again. The jumper is too big, it stops half way down my thighs and I have a pretty big stomach right now. Must have been a hefty man.

The truck shudders to a halt and my heart breaks out into a sprint again.
I hear Simon and Negan's doors slam close as they shut it behind them.
"Let's get cracking, it's delivery day." He beams.
I grind my teeth together in annoyance.

Negan knocks on the gate, using Lucille as the knocker.
The gate slides open within seconds.
Spencer stands infront, which surprises me. I look to Carl and he leans closer to whisper. "Dad and Aaron went on a run."
"What?" I panic.
If Rick isn't here, mayhem will start.
"Hey! No talking!" Simon snaps at us.
We sit back.

"Come on, let's get this show on the road." Negan invites us.
One by one we empty out from the truck.
I look at Spencer as we walk past him at the gate. He nods at me and I nod back.
That's a face I haven't seen in a while.

"So.... where's Rick?" Negan asks the inevitable question.
"Out." Spencer responds.
"Out?"
"Yeah, he's finding more stuff for you."
"Huh, okay. I guess I'll just wait here and make myself comfy." He smirks.
He turns to his men "Gather whatever looks good enough to take." He instructs.

"Carl, where's your house ?"
Carl hesitates before leading the way down the familiar path.
Negan looks around.
"This place is sweeet!" He exclaims.
We climb onto the porch and wait there for a second.
"Well? Aren't you gonna invite me in?" Negan sasses.
Carl sighs and lifts his hand opening the door for him and letting him walk in first.
"Where's Judith?" I whisper frantically.
"In her room." He whispers back just as panicked.

He puts his hand on the small of my back to allow me inside first. The simple touch sends electricity through my body. I need him, but I can't.

We walk into the sitting room where Negan stands inspecting the usually comforting room. He drags his fingers along the mantle piece above the fireplace and whistles loudly.
"Nice place you guys. I'm kinda hungry though. What have you got ?"
Carl shrugs.
Negan walks into the kitchen leaving us alone in the sitting room.