Innocence Lost (Negan x OC)

lamb and the lion

The metal of the knife was cold in my hands. Dwight hadn't looked back once on our way to my room. Was he really that stupid? I mean, he was an asshole but I didn't peg him as one to turn his back on the enemy. 

My footsteps quickened as I descended on him. I turned to look behind me, just in case any extra Saviors were lurking around. I sighed in relief and got closer.

We were almost to my room when I grabbed his shoulder and flung him against the wall.

"What the fuck!?" Dwight said as I held the knife to his throat. The fear in his eyes was something I hadn't seen in him before and it made me confident for what I was about to do. He reached his hand downwards to grab his gun and I pressed the knife into his neck harder. Anymore pressure and blood would start to trickle.

"Hey hey hey, calm down. Here, I'm dropping it, see?" He quickly said. The pistol thudded onto the concrete of the hallway and I shook my head at his defeat. He wasn't even trying. I took my foot and slid the pistol farther away from us. 

"Tell me how to get out of here. And don't even try to bullshit me or I will plunge this knife deep into your pathetic throat." I growled. It didn't even sound like me anymore. He nodded against the sharp metal and swallowed. 

"If you leave, he will kill you." Dwight pathetically threatened. I chuckled and leaned closer, my face inches from his.

"He'll have to find me first." I smiled. Dwight's eyes searched my face for any type of bullshit or anything he could call me out on, but he wasn't going to find a thing. I was drop dead fucking serious about leaving this place, and I wanted to do it tonight.

"Do you really think I want to be here either? I hate Negan. He did this," he seethed while pointing to his face, "I'm on your side." After he said that, a laugh flew from my mouth. His face contorted with confusion as I laughed at him.

"You really expect me to believe you? I have a knife to your throat, you will say anything to get me to let my guard down." I growled again. I wasn't an idiot. I knew what he was doing. I had done it before. 

--Flashback to the prison--

The tension that filled the air was dense and thick. Everyone held their breath as Rick pleaded with the snake in front of him. He stood on a tank proudly, his hands on his hips. A lazy smile plastered his disgusting face. I thought he had died. We all did. We thought he perished along with his other survivors. But he didn't. 

I could tell Rick wasn't making an impact. I was going to try for myself. I lowered my gun down and started towards the prison gate. Heads snapped in my direction as I strode quickly. My gun was slung onto my back as I pushed the gate open.

"Carli! Stop!" Daryl said in a hushed tone. He tried to grab my arm but I was already past the gate.

"God damn it, what is she doing?" He growled behind me. 

"Just let her go, she knows what she is doing." Glenn whispered, watching me go. I walked down the gravel road to the entrance where Rick stood. The crunch of my feet was the only sound that could be heard around the prison yard. That and the constant sound of nothing. 

The Governor shifted his stance as I approached. He hopped down from the tank and stood by a knelt Hershel and Michonne. Hershel looked at me with confidence. Michonne's eyes met mine and she nodded. The smile still rested on his wicked face. I was going to try everything I could. 

I turned back to the prison and Maggie was grasping on the chainlink fence, her eyes filled with terror. My focus was back to walking as I stood by Rick. He glanced over to me and fear was evident on his soft face. I knew he didn't want me down here, but he wasn't making any progress with the devil. He clenched his jaw as I shook my head. I knew he wanted me to go back. I turned to face the army of assholes.