When everyone was on their knees, scared out of their minds, I was oddly relaxed, but of course thanks to stinging pain here and there on my knees remained why I hated gravel and situations like this.
Maybe this is the place that my husband, Negan, was at. I had kept that hope alive for so many months.
The second the RV door slammed open, I had lost hope but that hope was suddenly returned when the man dressed in a leather jacket stepped out. Once, he started to talk, I knew that I had found my husband.
"Hey, you're Rick, right? I'm Negan."
Holy shit... Do this man just say that he was Negan?!
The way he would talk shot chills though my spin and along with the chills came that hope back again to me. I had remembered that rough draw in his voice was and the way he would say 'fuck' too many times too count was definitely an easy way to remember him.
Keeping my head up and my eyes locked on Negan, I watched him carefully. Finally when he was done with his speech, he had blasted the brains out of Glenn.
Poor Maggie looked like she was going get sick.
"Wrap it up! It's time to go!"
When everyone was pulled to their by his men, Simon grabbed me by my arm, pulling me to my feet.
"Don't /f u c k i n g/ touch me!"
I snapped; hoping to gain Negan's attention and apparently it worked!
It was within that snap that Negan looked over at me.
"No... It can't be..."
Immediately, Negan rushed over to me and Simon. Simon looked extremely confused. Negan looked like he just saw a ghost of his past.
"Let her go. Now."
Negan warned as Simon let my arm lose from that damn death grip of his. My pierced black lips parted as they turned into a faded smile.
"I'm alive, Negan."
"I can see this, Darlin'."
