There was a commotion outside near the gates. I had just calmed down from my freak out I had earlier. My thoughts on Abraham haven't changed but I was calm enough to face him. I had to stay calm, for Daryl. He was beating himself up thinking this whole thing was his fault. There was nothing he could have done, but yet he still hates himself for letting my mom die. Daryl and I walked out of our home and walked to the gates. My dad was there with Dawson, Dwight, and a few other men I never got the names off.
"Open the gates, Rick." The sheet was pulled from the gate to where we could see the outside, but the fence was still up. My dad stood standing in the back of a pick up truck, Lucille in his hand. God, I hate that he named that thing after my mother, expecting her to find it romantic. Part of me still felt sick looking at him, knowing what he's done. But with my feelings I'm having towards Abraham make me realize I'm not all that different from my dad.
"No, we'll talk from between the walls." Rick yelled back.
"Dad? What are you doing here? I told you I would be back tomorrow." It was almost dark now, whatever their group was planning to do, it would be a lot easier to attack at night.
"I thought about it. And I want my revenge. Your man deserves to die for what he did." My dad said.
"You already killed a lot of our people." Rick reminded him, thinking back of just the night before.
"But not the man who killed my Lucille. Now open this gate so we can talk like two grown men. I'll even leave Lucille out here and it'll just be me and my son." My dad ordered.
"Rick." I walked up to him. "I think you should let him in." I agreed with my dad. If we didn't, he'd get more angry and do something worse than what he was planning on doing. I already knew he came here to kill Abraham, and he was going to do it tonight no matter what. I wasn't going to stop him. "You don't know what he'll do if you disagree. He's offering to leave his weapon outside. Please trust him. I know I'm not your favorite person right now, but I know my dad." I explained.
"Okay. If you say so, Rowan. I'll open the gates." Rick looked back at my dad. "Alright Negan, just you and your son, no weapons. I'll put my down." Rick placed his gun on the ground in front of him, as did the others holding their weapons. The gates opened and Dawson and my dad walked right over to Rick and I.
"Come here, sir. This involves you." My dad pointed at Abraham. Abraham just nodded and walked over to where we stood. It was me, Daryl, Dawson, Rick and Abraham. "You. You killed my wife. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you in revenge?" Dad pointed his finger into Abraham's chest.
"I don't have a reason. I was wrong. I didn't need to kill." Abraham hung his head.
"A mercy killing, huh? You're going to make this easier than I thought. Lucky for you, Lucille is outside and I promised Rick here I wouldn't bring her through the gates."
"What can we do to make things right?" Rick spoke up. "There has to be another way. We've lost too many people."
"I want half of all your shit. Every week. We do it with other groups around, works out well for me, pretty shitty for everyone else, but I don't give a shit. Once a week, I'm coming to take what I want. And you won't know when I'll be here. So you better have my shit ready at all times. Or Lucille will get very mad." My dad's voice was booming with anger and rage. I even felt intimidated.
"How will we have supplies ready for you?" Rick asked. He was going to agree, he just didn't know how it was going to be pulled off.
"Figure it the fuck out. Or your people are dead."
