Property Of Negan

Chapter Fifteen

Idk why this took me so long... I'm sorry

Rick stood there, every part of him shaking as his eyes started to water. His breath was uneven and shaky just as much while he raised the walky talky to his mouth, "North, West, South, Report".

He put his hand, still shaking while staring off. 

'If you care you do something. You don't just hope. It takes more than that'. Carl's' voice echoed through his head. Everything he was saying was true. Rick hoped that the man they met would survive without their help, he hoped that they'll make it through this but it wasn't enough. 

'There's gonna be something after the fights over' Carl finished. 'Not for everyone' Rick replied to him while watching his reaction. 

'Okay, yeah, but... What about for you?'

Rick walked beside his son, both went out to find gas and a few more supplies for their community. 'You're gonna live, dad.' They both looked to each other, 'Why are we even doing this? Why are we fighting them? So it isn't like how they(Alexandria) want it, with everyone working for them(The Saviors), everyone living for them?'

Carl talked while glancing to his father and moving his hand while talking, 'We're fighting so it's all of us working together for something more than just killing people'

'Well, you think we're gonna be out there, picking berries for Negan?' Rick asked,

'If that's what it takes. It's more than just hope. Are we just gonna kill all of them?' He asked his father but Rick stayed silent and continued walking. 'Finding some way forward, that's harder. That's something more. Dad, that's how it's gotta be. I know that (Y,n) isn't the only good in the sanctuary'. Still, instead of saying something about his son's words Rick kept quiet and made his way down the road only thinking about what he said. 

Walter

The young boy laid in his bed with an ice pack draped over his forehead as he stared at the white ceiling. His temperature was high, his breathing was heavy and his skin was a little pale. It was just like every other sickness Walt had had in his lifetime but worse this time. 

He heard his doorbell ring but didn't get up or yell out to answer. It rang through the house two more times before his roommate finally decided to get out of his room, "Yeah, yeah! Hold your damn horses!" He yelled while sprinting down the stairs. 

Walt couldn't hear who his roommate let in but he could hear their footsteps coming upstairs, "He's in there". Just seconds later as a door closed there was a knock on his before it opened up, he didn't feel like removing his eyes from the ceiling.

Both sides of his bed leaned in as two heads popped into his view. 

"Do you think he died with his eyes open?" 

"Let me check..." Her cold fingers slipped underneath his blanket and touched his bare chest which only caused him to jerk as the two laughed.

"Fuck off, Angel" Walt let the ice pack fall from his forehead as he turned to look at the other who was now lying beside him the same as Angel. "What the fuck are two doing here?" He asked as (Y,n) picked up the ice pack that landed on her shoulder, 

"We came to see if you were dead" She answered him with a smile creeping onto her lip.

"You've been in the house for half a day now. Come outside with us before everyone leaves, you need some vitamin C" 

"The sun gives Vitamin D, Angel" (Y,n) corrected her and earned the middle finger from her friend. Walt groaned and pulled his hands from his sides and covered up his face realizing that there was no way he could get away from his friends so easily.