Shane's Sister (Daryl Dixon and Negan)

Journey Continues.

I was sat at his grave then next morning. Rick was there. Michonne was there. And Carl's dead body was beneath us. A cross that was woven together sat at the top of his grave. Carl's gun was on the cross as the growling continued to get closer. I absolutely felt numb on the inside. If you were to look at Rick and me, we were the worst who were having. Along with Michonne. Rick was holding it in, while I let it out. I couldn't hold it in anymore. Ray Walsh has gone through so much, that she can't take it anymore. Breaking up with Negan, Carl dying, and now feeling as if she wants to die.

I stood up from the ground and raised Lucifer to the walker. I bashed ones head in, then the other, then the last but I continued to hit it over and over again releasing my anger. No, I was not angry at Carl for getting bit. He died helping someone. That's how I would want him to die. I stopped hitting the walker and fell to the ground crying.

"Come on Ray" Michonne helped me up. 

"I-I can't go any further" I sobbed. Michonne smiled sadly and helped me off of the ground. 

"Ray. Carl wanted you to be strong. He doesn't want to see you like this" she said sadly. I nodded wiping away a tear.

"Your right" I nodded. She patted my shoulder and I started to walk with Rick. He had a walkie-talkie in his hand and a cold look on his face before walking away. I watched him before I turned down a street where our old house was. 

Something blue caught my eye. 3 blue handprints were on the porch. I stifled a sob and crouched down beside it. Grace, Judith, and Carl. My heart cracked before I stood up and looked ahead. Walkers. My legs carried me to the kitchen where Michonne and Rick were. "We got to go," I said quietly. The nodded then I went out the door.



I stayed in the back of the van as we drove. Supplies would fall onto me every now and then, but it didn't phase me. Honestly didn't give a shit. The car was silent with our thoughts inside our heads. "What do you think he meant?" Rick asked. I looked over at him. "Did he want us to stop fighting the Saviors? Just... surrender to Negan?" 

"We could pull over. We could read what he wrote" Michonne looked at her envelope. I had mine in my back pocket.

"No. Not yet. Not me" Rick shook his head and sniffled. 

"I-I can't" my voice cracked.

"Rick." Michonne breathed sharply. "Carl... He-he wrote to Negan"

"I need to talk to Jadis." Rick ignored her.

"'What?" I asked quietly

"They have weapons. People... We can't just give that up." Rick shook his head. I sighed and just looked down at my hands. I was praying that the others got there safely. Especially the babies. Daryl has been way nicer since all of this went down. He's stepped up at being a father. When we pulled up to the garbage peoples place, I stayed in the car because I needed some alone time to think about this. Now that Carl is gone, I have to keep this fucking life going. I have to be stronger, just like this is making Rick. After losing his first son, this IS going to make all of us stronger. My best friend, My son, My soul mate has just died. I am NOT going to surrender to Negan. I am NOT going to die in this fight. I will kill him.


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This was just a small chapter. I will continue maybe later or tomorrow!