Sequel to Fight, Love, Live
**Complete**
Riley Dixon has had an... interesting nine months to say the least. She killed her zombified ex, found her supposed-to-be comatose brother, made some new best friends, found the love of her life, and had a ba...
A/N: Okay guys, so I don't feel like writing another Daryl chapter just to get y'all oriented in where this is in TWD story line, so I'm just gonna tell y'all what's going on with Daryl and the gang up here each chapter until they meet up again (of course you'll get clues based on what's going on at the Sanctuary, but still). So right now is when Rick, Daryl and Abraham (to replace Carol) are hiding guns in the woods and preparing for shit to hit the fan in Alexandria, so this is before Rick finds out about what's going on with Pete and Jessie.
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"Dwight! Come on, I need your help with something." I said, calling down to the man below me, who was slowly eating his breakfast with his wife. I was up in the catwalk above him, on the floor where Negan's and my offices were, this floor also housed our bedrooms, the war room, and a couple of other offices for Gavin, Simon and Regina, and the wives' bedroom.
Dwight snapped his head up towards me, and a couple of others did as well, but no one said anything as Dwight was forced to give the rest of his food to his wife, which wasn't much honestly, I had been trying to wait for him to finish, but he was eating so slow and I am on a schedule. I waited, leaning against the railing as he sprinted up the stairs and eventually made his way over to me, looking out of breath and a little bit scared.
I flipped my now short hair off my shoulder, and turned to look him in the eye. Dwight was a good deal taller than me, like most people, but he seemed frightened, and I understood why Negan was suspicious. Most of the residents here at the Sanctuary had a bit of fear whenever they talked to Negan or I, but it wasn't overpowering, we were here to help them, to keep them alive. But Dwight's fear, it was controlling him, and that wasn't good for him, us, or the community.
"Come on, I have some projects I need to do, and Negan recommended you help me. So let's go. I'm on a tight schedule today. Lot's of things to do!" I said calmly, turning from him and leading him to the staircase opposite the one he had come in, to take us down to the bottom floor. The top floor, where I slept, was the third floor, the second had the cafeteria and the large common areas where everyone slept in bunk beds, where I had slept when I first arrived, and the first floor had the exits, as well as the smaller common areas, like the library, school, game room, doctor's office, and the common rooms for the soldiers, so that if we were attacked, they are right near the entrances, ready to defend us. And then of course, there's the basement, where we hold... the basically slaves... the ones who do the crap jobs, and earn barely enough points to stay fed. Normally, they are the fighters from groups that Negan takes. He normally takes one, to keep the group in line, and without their best fighter, they can't do much to rebel.
Anyway, Dwight followed me pretty silently outside, past the gardens, the market, and the chicken coops, until we were at the gate, the 'garden' as Negan called it. A long line of walkers, attached to our fence by posts to keep them in place. Most of these walkers were put here as they wandered into our sight, but some were put here after they betrayed the Sanctuary in some way. One of these walkers, according to Negan, had tried to rape one of his wives once, so he cut off his dick, and let him bleed to death, and when he died, Negan put him here, let him become a walker to protect the Sanctuary.
