Sequel to: As one. (I recommend reading that first.)
[SEASON 4 ONWARDS]
[UNEDITED]
In which the group have been split up after the attack on the prison.
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN ' SOMETHING IN-BETWEEN '
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"[ Y ] ou're back." Ophelia said, standing next to Dwight, who was leaning against the balcony railing and overlooking the sanctuary. He removed the cigarette from his lips and nodded.
"I am."
Ophelia leant her arms on the yellow railing and lowered her voice as she asked him, "were you with them — the Alexandrians?"
"I was." He replied, after he looked around to make sure no one was listening to them converse.
"Where are they?"
"They're safe. They're at the hilltop."
"Do you - do you know how Rick is?" Ophelia asked, turning to face the blonde. He shook his head.
"I don't even know where he is. I don't think he's taking it well. But, then, what do expect? The guys lost a kid."
"I hate being trapped here." Ophelia snarled, grabbing onto the railing. "I hate Negan for keeping me here, keeping me away from everyone. I can't wait to see him get what he deserves."
"Neither." Dwight agreed, exhaling a puff of smoke. "But, in the meantime stay put. The sanctuary is probably the safest place for you. Especially in your condition."
"My condition? I'm pregnant, Dwight. I'm not dying."
"Exactly. You might not like it, but you can't go running in a field full of flying bullets with a kid growing inside of you. So, as Daryl said — stay put, Ophelia." He told her firmly. "Or you could blow this whole thing up."
"Fine." She stubbornly agreed. "But, you're mistaken if you think I'm going to sit around and wait for you, or anyone to do everything."
"I wouldn't even try." Dwight remarked, throwing his cigarette to the floor and squashing it into the ground with his shoe.
A few moments later, Negan appeared in the courtyard, just below the balcony that they were stood on. He was carrying his bat, Lucille, and had a walker hung up on the fence behind him. He called over all of the saviours, and everyone soon gathered around the leather jacketed man.
"What's going on?" Ophelia whispered. Dwight shrugged — he was as clueless as he was. But, at this point, nothing would surprise him anymore.
