Soon, Darlin'

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As Lucille lay limp in Daryl's arms, he makes his way outside the Sanctuary, hopeful that he'll find the vehicle she used to get there. After searching for only a few moments, he lays her down in the back seat and speeds away as he hears voices begin to call out for him. The Saviors were after them. Already.

Upon arrival to Alexandria, Daryl rushes Lucille to the infirmary.

"Daryl." A low voice echoes through his ears as he lays her down on a cot so Denise could stitch her up.

"Rick.." he turns to him and they share in a strong embrace for several moments.

"What happened?"

"We were almost out and he stabbed her.."

"Who?"

"One of them damn saviors. He's dead now."

Rick nods and steps around him to see her, a sigh escaping his lips as he takes her dainty hand in his own. "You can't stay here." He stares down at Lucille. "They'll be expecting you here."

Daryl grunts in response. "Where?"

"Hilltop."

"See you soon, brother." With that, he turns and makes his way out of the infirmary.

Hours pass before Lucille wakes to look up at Rick still sitting at her side.

"Fuck." She grimaces, her blues full of pain.

"You should really start listening Luci."

Her blues harshen and her gaze turns towards Denise who is making her way back inside the room.

"Pain killers Denise!"

She nods and makes her way out of the room and returns a few moments later with a bottle of pain killers and a bottle of water.

"Here.."

Lucille takes the pills and tosses one into her mouth before taking a sip of water.

"Thanks."

"Do you need anything else?"

"No, thank you though."

"This is why you don't do things alone Luci." Rick speaks up

Hearing his words, Lucille attempts to push herself up, grimacing as pain surges through her.

"Okay, fine. I'm sorry." He sighs and his baby blues drop to the floor. "I'm just worried.. you've been acting... different since Negan came around."

"We've all been acting different Rick! We're all fucking scared!" She shouts, her face twisted up in pain.

He falls silent, his gaze still fixed on the ground. "I'm sorry Luci.." he mutters lowly.

"Get out." Her voice was eerily quiet.

Hesitantly, he rises to his feet, nodding towards the radio lying at her side. "You know how to get a hold of me if you need me." He sighs and steps out the door.

As he leaves, she leans back in the bed, exhaling sharply.

Suddenly, the people of Alexandria frantically make their way towards the gate as someone approaches them.

"You took my Daryl!" A voice booms through the air.

The smell of fear fills the air as the Alexandrians recognize the voice and Rick approaches the gate. "Daryl? What are you talking about? He's not here."

"You expect me to believe that?" He rests the barbed wire covered bat against his shoulder and locks eyes with Rick.

"You can look for yourself." He moves out of the way, opening the gate.

"I know it was you that got him out. Luci specifically. Where is that bitch anyway?"

"Luci.. she's resting."

"Why? That stab wound too much for her to handle? I thought she was stronger than that." A low chuckle escapes his lips.

As he makes his way towards the infirmary, the Saviors begin their search for Daryl.

Negan steps inside the infirmary, ignoring Denise as she begs for him not to hurt Luci.

Lucille's gaze drifts to her husband, a small smirk spreading across her lips. "Hello darling." She mutters, only loud enough for him to hear.

"Why did you do it?" His voice was low and full of anger.

"Oh, come on. You know I didn't mean anything by it." She reaches for his hand.

He sighs and takes her hand into his own, leaning down to kiss her knuckles. "Where is he?"

"Fuck if I know, I got fuckin' stabbed and blacked out before we even got out of there."

"I'm sorry... you shouldn't have been sneaking in."

Lucille rolls her eyes playfully. "You shouldn't have taken our Dixon."

"You're a pain in my ass Lucille Smith." He chuckles.

She throws him a playful wink. "You enjoy it though."

He shakes his head with a grin plastered across his chapped lips. "I love you."

"I love you too darlin'. Now get the hell out of here before they think something is going on between us."

"You're gunna have to pay for what you did Luci." He turns away from her, his eyes locking on Denise. The corners of his lips curl up into a smirk as he makes his way towards her.

"No." Lucille mutters from behind him. "Negan, she's our doctor! Without her, I'll die!"

"You'll be fine Luci. I'll make sure of it." He steps up in front of Denise, a low chuckle leaving his throat. "But you... I can't say tbe same for.." The large male pulls out a pistol, shooting her in the head.

Lucille's hands ball into fists as a small flame of hate ignites deep within her.

"I'll see you again soon, Darlin'." His attention turns to his wife and he throws her a wink as he walks out the door.

"Fuck you." She growls lowly as the door shuts.

"Daryl isn't here, just like I said." Rick mutters as he walks up to Negan.

"You were right, but I know that Luci is the one that got him out. She admitted it, and now, you have a mess to clean up in the infirmary."

Rick's heart sinks. "You killed Luci?" He turns and rushes inside the infirmary, spotting Denise, dead on the floor. "Luci?"

"Rick."

He lets out a breath he was unaware that he had been holding in. "He didn't kill you."

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