Alone & Lost

9.) The Vatos

Navy woke up in a small, wooden box. She was tied to a chair, straps wrapped tightly around her hands, legs, hips and chest.

She was not in a mood to fight.

It was evident that she was on drugs. That whoever had taken her had put her on something to keep her asleep. She was weary and felt dizzy. Everything was fuzzy and she couldn't quite wake up, or come to realization at all. She knew she had been "kidnapped", but she just couldn't physically pump her veins with adrenaline and move. Whatever they had put her on had calmed her down so much that she couldn't even make a sound, to call somebody in and tell them that she's pregnant. Maybe if they knew, their sense of humanity would show and they'd possibly untie her? This wasn't completely for her escaping... it was for the baby itself. Navy was probably 1 and a half months along by now, just starting to gain baby weight.

She managed to let a muffled grumble out from her lips. She desperately tried to wake up, but it was difficult. She, as a "doctor", knew to slowly do it little by little. She formed words, looked for certain objects, and then counted. She followed different techniques before she finally was able to completely lift up her head.

She looked around. It was literally an empty wooden box. One window, no visible doors, and just a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling.

Navy huffed, scooting the wooden chair over to the window. She peeked out, watching the people walking around below the building. She watched them, studying their faces, along with the people who seemed in charge. She then noticed a few familiar faces outside of the walls. The room she was in was high up. High enough for her to see a lot outside of the walls.

That was the problem with this place.

They probably didn't expect her to wear off the drugs so quickly. Since she's pregnant, the baby must've absorbed some too, making it flow through their systems quicker.

There were a few whisperers wandering around the outside walls of the community, acting like walkers. Maybe they were sent by Daryl or Rick?

No, Navy could tell they weren't. Navy knew the difference between curious and on a mission.

"Hey babygirl," a voice boomed. Navy jumped, turning her head to see the familiar face. "You weren't supposed to wake up yet."

"N...Negan?" She stuttered.

"I'm not Negan, sweetheart. I'm your dad."

"No you aren't," Navy shook her head. "No!" She yelled.

"Calm down-"

"No! Get me out of these chains! I'm fucking pregnant you asshole!" She screeched. Negan showed a small smile.

"I'm gonna be a grandf-"

"Get me out of these chains!" She begged, continuing her panic. She made sure to yell it as loud as possible.

"Quiet!"

"Let me out!"

Negan lost it. His palm connected with her cheek, leaving a firm red mark.

"You are a stubborn bitch! Listen to me! I am your dad, I always have been and always will be!" He yelled. He shook his head, kicking up the door from the floor, which Navy then noticed, and climbing down the ladder, locking the door above him. Navy's eyes were watering. She was in some deep shit.

She looked back out the window, noticing that one of the whisperers was now looking straight at her. The fear and terror was evident on her face.

Navy noticed the mask.

Jimmy.

Jimmy watched her closely. He knew something was wrong, how Navy should be with Henry. He furrowed his eyebrows when her face disappeared.

***

"Where the hell is she?!" Daryl growled, pacing anxiously.

"Nobody knows anything," Rick shook his head.

"Guys," Saddiq called from Henry's room. "Guys!"

Daryl, Rick and Judith rushed upstairs to his room, seeing a pale, unconscious Henry, hardly moving.

"We need Navy. Henry's entering his worst part of Chemo... he'll have a bigger chance of surviving if Navy is here with him. Once he gets past this, everything will be fine. But we need Navy."

"I know," Daryl growled angrily.

***

Navy was put in a room that had one wall as the actual walls connecting the community. There were posts all along the walls, with guards on them. The whisperers soon realized that the guards don't typically shoot walkers unless there's a lot of them, so when Jimmy came back with the news of Navy, Alpha and Beta quickly decided to send out only Jimmy, who agreed to risk his life for his best friend and cousin.

He got in costume and went out, acted like a walker, and then climbed a tree. Walkers typically don't do that, but that's okay.

He got up just in time to see them transporting Navy to the small building, something covering her eyes so she couldn't see. He waited until nighttime to climb down. He acted like a walker, like he's supposed to. Luckily, there weren't many walkers there. So he believed he was safe.

He stumbled over to the part of the wall separating him from Navy. He acted like a normal walker, except hovering in that small area. He listened closely, to the voices inside.

They were interrogating her, but she wasn't saying a thing. She kept repeating "I'm pregnant, let me go" but they wouldn't listen. Jimmy was happy when she said she's pregnant, but kept his emotions to himself. He loves Sam, whenever he visits Navy, he always ends up drawing dinosaurs with Sam. Jimmy knew Navy's tone and could tell she was serious.

When Jimmy heard the people leave, he tapped a few times on the wall. Quiet enough to not be heard by others, but loud enough for Navy to hear.

Navy tapped back.

***

"Daryl," Henry's weak voice croaked. It was announced this morning that Henry was in critical condition, part of the chase being the stress he had gone through knowing Navy is somewhere out there, with his future child, in danger. It caused damage on his body. However, somehow, he still failed to lose his hair.

It's been about three weeks since Navy originally went missing, making her a little over two months pregnant.

"Yeah?" Daryl asked, looking down at the weak man.

"You have to find her," he breathed. "Not for me. For her. For Sam." His voice was weak and raspy.

"I know kid," Daryl nods. "I'll find 'er. I've been lookin', you know I have." Daryl sighs.

***

Daryl had spent the past 4 days out of the walls, with Cooper, non stop searching. Whoever took Navy was smart, left nearly no tracks and no scents for Cooper to follow.

"Daryl," a familiar voice breathed. Daryl turned to see a whisperer walking up to him, sliding off his mask. It was Jimmy.

"Navy's missin'-"

"I know," Jimmy said. "I found her. She's at a community. They have her held hostage, in a room that's against the walls. She sent me Morris code, because they have cameras watching her and she can't talk-"

"Cameras?" Daryl asked. Jimmy nodded.

"These past few years, she and I would carve random little notes in Morris code on trees. It's a game we play. She said she needs help. They're starving her, she has no energy. They don't abuse her or anything, but they interrogate her. She told them that she's pregnant, but they don't give her any food other than a couple pieces of bread a day. She said Negan's there... and it's a community that somebody named Dustin talked about? That's all I could really understand. I'm used to reading it, not hearing it."

"Come back to Alexandria. It's gettin' late 'n ya look tired. Henry would like to see you. He ain't doin' so good. And you'll have to tell Rick 'n I everythin' you saw."