Welcome to The End ( Daryl Dixon x Winchester!Reader )

Chapter 15

You tried not to let your eyes wander over to Abraham's body or to your brothers who you knew were standing somewhere behind you.

Eventually the sun began to rise along the horizon. Beams of light shining through the tree tops before the familiar sound of the RV filled the air.

The RV pulled up a moment later, parking in the same spot it was earlier. But, the once clean RV was now covered in walker guts and blood.

The door opened and Negan dragged Rick by the back of his jacket and dumped him in front of your group.

Instantly you knew something was wrong. He wouldn't put Rick there, he'd put him back in the line up, what was he planning? You had a deal for God sake.

"Let me ask you something, Rick. Do you even know what that little trip was about?" Negan asked, looking down at Rick who didn't seem to be hurt or injured as he slowly pushed himself onto his knees. "That trip was about the way that you looked at me. I wanted to change that. I wanted you to understand. But, you're still looking at me the same damn way, like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work. So, do I give you another chance?"

"Yes." Rick whispered, his eyes glued to the ground in front of him, his body shaking.

"Alright and here it is, the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads."

Suddenly, the Saviours guns all cocked again as you felt a barrel of a gun press against the back of your head.

You didn't dare move as you kept your eyes on Rick, but your hand was really starting to hurt now.

The adrenaline you had earlier slowly disappearing as your body shook in anger and fear as Rick looked up in panic, taking in all the guns until his teary eyes locked with yours. You gave him a sad smile, but Rick just shook his head, unable to process what was happening.

"Kid. Right here." Negan suddenly ordered and your eyes snapped over at Carl in panic, but he didn't move as he glared at Negan from under his hat. "Kid, now."

"You a lefty?"

"No." Carl answered.

"Good."

Negan began to tie his belt around Carl's left hand and your eyes widen in shock. No, he wasn't going to cut off Carl's arm. He couldn't do that. You made a deal. You made a goddamn deal and he said wouldn't hurt anyone else.

"That hurt?"

"No."

"It should. It's supposed to. Alright, get down on the ground, kid, next to daddy. Spread them wings." Negan instructed as he grabbed Carls hat and threw it to the side before Carl got to his knees as Negan pushed him further to the ground until he was lying flat on his stomach beside Rick. "Simon, you got a pen?"

"Yeah."

Simon pulled a pen from his pocket and tossed to Negan who caught it with ease as he crouched down between Rick and Carl. He leant over and rolled up the sleeve of Carl's flannel shirt before he drew a line across the kids forearm.

"Please. Please don't. Please don't." Rick whispered, his body still shaking as he looked from Carl to Negan.

"Me? I ain't doing shit."

You and Rick to just stare at Negan in confusion, but a split second later your brains clicked as you both looked back to Carl in panic.

He was going to make Rick do it.