Told Ya

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A couple days would pass as everyone was on the lookout for Dwight now. Negan had wanted to discuss something with Simon this morning. Allie had stayed in their room most of the day with Annalise. She had missed her little bundle of joy. The image of her and Dwight laying all sprawled out on that cold department store room made her smile. She would regret not remembering, cause it may have been the last time she's seen him.

They always had a good bound since the day the Saviors were forged. Wouldn't really call it a romantic one just cause Simon had been with her the longest. They were found together and they ended up stuck the same, even if he knocked her up by accident. She still doesn't regret her fling with Simon that horrible night. They all thought it was their last day on Earth. Shit can hit the fan pretty easily nowadays and it is terrifying.

She'd look over at Annalise who was messing around with Simon's jacket hanging on the chair. Sometimes she wonders what she thinks, probably not much. But maybe she misses Dwight too. He always looked cute putting her on his knee and making funny faces. In reality though, her giggle makes even the most cold heart smile. Even someone high up on their horse and strict like Negan.

"You doing alright?" Simon would asked, leaning against the door frame.

Allie smiled a bit before it faded away. "Yeah. Just thinking about Dwight."

"Dwight can handle himself. I'm sure he'll be back." That was one of the first times she heard Simon be fully honest about Dwight. It actually caught her a bit off guard.

"I think so too. Don't see him abandoning us – or me." She held out the stuffed giraffe to Annalise who giggled towards it. Allie's smile showed. Annalise made her way over, plopping down in front of her. Allie teased her with the giraffe, ruffling it into her as she grinned happily. "Knew you'd like that." She said to her.

She could feel Simon's eyes digging into her as he frowned. He didn't want to do the task Negan had asked of him. "The talk" was an order to pay a visit to those bizarre garbage people. Course it got heated between them for Negan wants his way the only way. Simon's mind was stuck in between his way and the man's way. He had a couple hours though before the plan had to be executed.

"What is this "job" N wanted you to do?" Allie asked him.

He stayed there blank for a minute. "Oh uh, nothing really. Just another negotiation." He replied finally, kind of lost in his own mind.

"How exciting. Another job he can't do himself." Allie commented.

Simon scoffed. "God forbid he gets his hands dirty very often."

"I guess that is your title though – Right-Hand Man. You do the dirty crap he refuses to."

"I don't think he'd last in my shoes for a day." He replied, checking the blade on his Bowie knife. He entered the room and took a seat in the chair his jacket was on.

Annalise let out a yawn, rubbing one of her eyes. "Think someone needs a nappy nap." Allie said softly towards her as she scooped her up and placed her down in the crib. She stirred a little before finally shutting her dark eyes.

Simon smirked as he came to hover over them. "Might need to do that myself."

"Think I could use one too." Allie whispered.

They took a minute to themselves, cuddling a bit before dosing off on the sofa.

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Allie awoke to the whine of Annalise whose face was bright red from crying. She glanced around, realizing Simon was no longer beside her. She let out a yawn and a stretch before rising to check on Annalise. "What's wrong sweetie? Did daddy leave ya?"

She picked Annalise up who slowly calmed down in her arms. She glanced over at the table where their weapons normally laid dormant. Both his belts were gone so must of left to do the task Negan had asked of him. Hers was still laying there, the two pistols gleamed as if saying pick me up. She'd put fussy Annalise down on the chair for a second while she pulled her belt on.

"Think we both need to take a walk." She said to Annalise who just stared at her with watery eyes. She lifted her up again and opened the door out to the hallway.

It was empty and quiet again. She glanced over at Dwight's door, noticing it cracked. At first, she hesitated to open it but it opened itself instead. There he stood, the man with half his face a scar. They stared at each other in disbelief. He was shirtless, one of his plaid shirts in his hand.

He smirked to the sight of them, pulling his shirt on. "Told ya I'd come back."

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