Alone & Lost

14.) He's Back

"Nah, he never hit me," Daryl shook his head.

"He was the one who every now and then gave me extra food," Navy told Rick. "I don't think he's actually the boss. He didn't want me starving."

"Did Dustin lie?" Enid asked.

"Or maybe they just make people think that he's the boss," Navy suggested. "I do have to admit. Other than the first couple days I was there, he seemed a lot nicer. Maybe locking him up in the prison helped a little after all."

Rick nodded, tucking his handgun into its holster. "Thanks guys. Get some rest," Rick told them, and then turned and left the house. Navy sighed, laying Elle in the bassinet that Michonne put on the side of the pull out couch.

"How much longer do I have to be on chemo for?" Henry asked Navy when she leaned back into the bed.

"Um... I haven't been following your treatments so..." she looked at Enid.

"Usually it lasts 4-6 months, but since we don't have certain tools like radiation and stuff, it will be a little longer. So I'd say... within the next two months. You seem to be doing pretty well, and the hard part is mostly over." Enid responded. Navy grinned, gently resting her head on Henry's shoulder.

She was happy he didn't lose his hair.

"Mama," Sam whined, crawling off of the reclining couch that he was sharing with Daryl. "I'm hungry."

Navy sat up with a small yawn. "Ok-"

"I'll take care of it," Enid cut off Navy, gently grabbing Sam's hand and walking with him into the kitchen. Navy leaned back into the couch, sighing as she laid on her side, head resting on Henry.

"How is everybody?" Alpha asked, stepping through the door. When somebody looks at her, they'd think she's cruel and evil. She has that look. But when she learns to trust and love somebody, she's a really nice person. Same with Beta.

"Shitty as hell," Daryl hissed.

"Daryl! Language!" Navy scolded. Daryl rolled his eyes. Navy grinned. "We're getting better," she responded as she turned her head towards Alpha.

"Good," Alpha nods. "Where's James?"

"Upstairs sleeping," Henry told her. She nodded, walking up the stairs. It was getting late, and Navy was more than happy to finally be home with everybody she loves, including her new baby. She rested her head on Henry's shoulder, who's arm was draped around her waist. She softly smiled while closing her eyes and allowing herself to drift off to a deep sleep.

***

"I'm good to walk," Navy told Saddiq as he tested her blood pressure. "It's always been low. I never drink water, remember?"

"I'd like to see you at least up to 90/60 before you start wandering again. 79/48 is pretty low..."

"I'm good," Navy nodded. "I feel great. Pain killers are getting rid of the pain, and other than the blood, I'm perfectly fine. The blood is normal."

"I know..." Saddiq trailed off.

"I need to be up there with my Dad."

"No you don't," he shook his head. "Let Henry go. He's doing a lot better than you. His scanning isn't until later today."

"Exactly. He needs to stay here and rest while he can so he can be all better for them. It'll only be for an hour. I have to feed Elle anyways-"

"Exactly. You should be here for your newborn."

"Look at everybody," Navy motioned towards Carol, Maggie, Enid and Michonne, who were all in the house helping Navy along with doing their own activities. Saddiq sighed, shaking his head.

"Navy, you can't-"

"Navy," Rick hissed as he burst through the door. He looked at her. "Come with me. I want Michonne and Carol with me, Henry too."

"What's going on?" Carol asked.

"Negan's here. We might have a problem with Dustin and his group. Either they were lying or Negan is. We have to hurry. Saddiq, leave Enid here to watch over Daryl and Maggie to help take care of Elle. I need you to go find Dustin and his family. Bring them to the house prison, not the basement one. Negan's going there, and we have to keep them separated."

Everybody scattered to do their jobs. Navy, Carol and Henry followed Rick, Carol didn't like Navy and Henry up on their feet, but she learned not to argue with Rick if she doesn't have too.

Henry and Navy stayed quiet, standing behind Rick and Carol, who were asking multiple questions to the guards at the gates. Henry had his jo, Navy had her knives. She had to admit, she was pretty tired and sore, but that didn't stop her urge to fight again.

"Thanks," Rick muttered before turning around and walking towards the basement prison. "Navy stay close to me, Henry stay away from the door, and Carol," Rick looked back at her. "You know what to do," he said just as he opened up the doors to the basement prison. The four of them climbed down the stairs, hesitantly, Henry and Navy followed Rick and Carol. Navy was happy enough that her Dad wanted her to be by his side. She wasn't going to push it by talking back to his orders.

Negan was held in the same cell he used to be held in, several years ago. The only reason he had escaped was because Gabriel left the door open. Rick will ensure that that will not happen again.

"Navy..." Negan trailed off, standing up from the corner. She shook her head, stepping back next to Rick.

"We have questions," Carol snarled. Negan sat back in the corner, looking straight ahead at the wall.

"You guys should have guards ready to fight up on those gates," Negan said.

"Were you the leader?" Rick asked, ignoring his comment.

"No. But everybody thinks I am-"

"We didn't ask for an explanation," Carol hissed.

"There is a group of us that lead. But I'm the face of the group. I have just as much power as the other 4." He looked at Navy. "I didn't want you getting hurt-"

"Then why did you do what you did?" Navy asked, crossing her arms.

"Because if I didn't, I would get betrayed and kicked off, locked up too."

"How would've they known?" Navy asked.

"They have a mic in my arm. It's implanted there. That's why I told you to put up guards. They're going to come here. To kill me. To get me back and torture me so I suffer my punishment." His voice was weak and broken. Navy looked straight into his eyes, not believing what she was seeing, and then showing a small, shameful nod towards Rick, signaling that everything Daryl had taught her told her that he is telling the truth.

Rick looked at his boots. "We're going to cut open your arm. Get that mic out. Whether you bleed out or not."