Crossbow Lovers

It's Time for the Big Man

Tegan's knees ached below her as she knelt on the hard gravel. She glanced around at her friends all on their knees. The only part she was thankful for was Daryl not being there to see this.

A man with a 70s pornstache walked up in front of the group. He motioned for the man with the burnt face to open the door to a van. Tegan didn't know what lay inside and part of her didn't want to find out.

Her heart dropped when she saw an injured Daryl yanked from the back. Tears instantly filled her eyes as she saw the blood running down from his shoulder. Angie, Glenn, and Carol were pulled out behind him and set next to him. Tegan wanted nothing more than to crawl over to him and help him.

She looked at the man who flung him on the ground and noticed he had Daryl's crossbow and his leather vest with the angel wings.

"You piece of shit!" She yelled at him. She felt a hard boot shove into her back and she fell forward.

"Don't touch her!" Daryl hollered. Dwight pointed the crossbow at Tegans head.

"Either of you say another word and she's dead," he snarled.

"Do it bitch!" Tegan growled getting back on her knees.

"Feisty little bitch," Dwight growled at her. The bow was aimed directly at her head. She sat up straight tempting Dwight to pull the trigger.

"Now, now Dwight. Don't make any rash decisions here. Are you all ready to meet the big man?" The pornstached man spoke. He went to the RV that they had taken from a bruised and battered Eugene. He knocked on the door a few times. After taking a step back, it flung open.

"Pissing our pants yet?" The tall dark haired man with a salt and pepper beard asked. A smile played at his lips. "Yeah, it's about to be pee-pee pants city here real soon!" He had a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire slung over his shoulder. His eyes scanned the crowd and landed on the injured Daryl. Walking over to him he swung his bat up to Daryl's face. The redneck didn't flinch, just glared at the tall man. "I like this one." Negan clicked his tongue on the inside of his mouth. He bent down next to Daryl and grabbed his shot shoulder causing the stone faced man to falter.

"Let him go!" Tegan yelled at her older brother.

"Who the fuck-," Negan started to yell, but stopped as he turned and saw her. His expression changed to shock as she he saw the girl who he use to hold at night when their mom would kick her out. She was bruised and this world had taken a toll on her, he could see that. It hurt him a little to see her like this. So much in her life had gone wrong. Her eyes wavered off of his and onto the man he was just speaking too. In that moment he knew his little sister would do anything for that broken man sitting flat on the ground with his legs underneath him.

"Let us go, Negan," Tegan said as he stopped in front of her. His biker boots 2 inches from her knees.

"Sorry little sis. Can't do that. You see, your people killed my people and I can't have that. You'll understand," he smirked. "Simon, help her up."

"You got it boss," the pornstached man said grabbing under Tegans arms. She winced in pain as he yanked her to her feet. Daryl watched them carefully, even though there was nothing he could do at the moment. If he even tried to help her, he could get her killed. That was something he couldn't bare.

"Let go of me!" Tegan snarled ripping her arm away from him.

"Careful there, princess," Simon laughed. "No need to get sassy. I'm just helping." Tegan turned to punch him, but Negan grabbed her fist in mid air. He knew his sister would've laid the man out if he hadn't stopped her. That was one thing he knew she was very capable of.