When Molly breaks into the Sanctuary she expects to be killed, but Negan has other plans...
This is a novel inspired by The Walking Dead Comics and TV show. The story includes both written story lines and fictional ones imagined by me. It focuses on...
The hardest part of a storm is always what comes after. While the survivors deal with grief and loss, Molly is thriving by Negan's side. While Molly is swiftly becoming Negan's favourite, the closer she gets to power, the more danger she becomes susceptible to.
Everyone was still.
Morning came and passed, Maggie sat still, her tears flowing over Glenn's body.
Rosita and Sasha were numb as they stared in silence at Abraham's body.
Rick and Carl tried to move Maggie, she was still ill after all and needed medical attention now more than ever.
Maggie resisted, asking them to leave without her as she would never leave him.
'He's my family' she cried while Carl tried to hold her.
Rick said stuttering through his tears, 'he's our family too'.
Sasha told Rick she would take Maggie to Hilltop while they go back to Alexandria.
But they vowed to stay together and carried the bodies into the RV so they could bury their loved ones at home.
Three members of their family had left last night, Daryl was taken from them and there was no telling when they would see him again, if ever.
Carl held Maggie while she sobbed into his arms, not looking as they lifted Glenn.
That journey to Hilltop was as silent as ever.
No one plotted or made plans to attack with vengeance, they just sat still in silence and waited and pleaded for someone to tell them that it had all been a nightmare.
No one came.
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Molly's POV//
There was a knock on the cell door.
I awoke hastily and sat up to see Negan standing in front of her smiling as I rubbed her eyes.
'Morning beautiful' he said groggily as if he'd just woken up as well.
I rolled my eyes at that comment while he chuckled at my response.
'Today's a big day. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life' he said happily.
'What?' I replied sleepily.
'Come on darlin, follow me' he winked and held out his hand.
I took it this time without hesitation and smiled up at him, half genuine, half forced.
He smiled at my enthusiasm, 'I can't wait for you to see it, I hope you like it'.
He almost skipped down the corridor, looking down at my hand and smiling as if in awe.
I looked up at him with a sceptical smile, wondering what he was plotting.
'Okay darlin, we're here', he said smiling as he opened a door on the same corridor that held his room.
