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As Clary walked, she couldn't help but feel absolute disgust as she saw the Saviors ripping apart what had become her home. It was like watching a pack of rapid dogs ripping into the hearts of everything she held dear, the beasts having no regard to the lives or wellbeing of others. They simply cared about what they what, and what they wanted was the destruction of Alexandria.

However, Clary had to be quick to push away such emotions from showing as they stopped to watch her, realizing exactly who it was that walked by them. Their features were filled with anger and hate, their words filled with the same emotions as they yelled at her— damning her to hell. She could only continue to walk, head held high, even as they got in her face.

"You'll pay for what you did you fucking bitch."

The man standing before her stank of cigarette smoke and body odor, his gray eyes like ash. His finger was in her face but she only looked to him, practically numb as she knew she couldn't give them the satisfaction of her being scared. No, that would satisfy them too much.

"I heard your boss was looking for me. I suggest you get your fucking finger out of my face before I break it," Clary threatened, her gaze darkening as the man laughed. "Oh really? Little fucking girl gonna break my finger? Please, I'll break you faster than—" the man's own threats were cut off as a shout sounded. "Thomas!" The man clenched his jaw before turning back, Clary's gaze following to a man she didn't recognize. "Negan's been expecting her. You wanna keep boss man waiting?"

It was silent for a moment before the man deemed Thomas clutched onto her shoulder. Before Clary could shrug him off, he pushed her forward towards the man that had caused him to grow silent. "Nah, she isn't worth it. Take her, we got all the time in the world to fuck with her and her new people."

At that Clary turned, ready to slaughter him where he stood, until the man gripped her arm. "Come on—" immediately she ripped her arm away. "Get your hands off of me, asshole." The man rolled his eyes before shrugging, bringing out his gun and aiming it to her back. "Just walk."

With her head held high, barrel sharp against her back, Clary walked with his directions. More Saviors yelled at her, even tried to get in her face, until the man shooed them off so they wouldn't take longer to get to Negan. Honestly, Clary would rather hear the screaming assholes than see the familiar leather clad man before her.

"Yo Negan, I found her."

As Clary came closer to where Negan and Rick stood, the man turned to meet her eyes, surprising the girl as she saw a look of almost pity upon his features. "Commander Dean, I must say, I didn't think I'd come to find you in such a mess." Clary only clenched her jaw as he let out a dramatic sigh. "It can't be easy losing parent one and two in such a short span of time. Believe me when I say I'm truly sorry the Widow." Clary looked towards the grave, her eyes meeting Rick and Father Gabriel's as they mourned at an unmarked grave.

With their looks, Clary got the hint and let out a scoff. "Don't act as if you actually care. You've had no problem killing my family before. I don't see why you'd apologize now, or why I'd accept anything close from you," Clary spat, looking to the unmarked grave before looking up to see Father Gabriel and Rick giving slight nods to her. She could only assume that they had lied, telling Negan that Maggie hadn't made it, to which she would say as well to protect the other half of Glenn. Negan let out a chuckle, shrugging at her lack of acceptance. "Fine, fine, I can see why, I get it."

Clary stayed silent as he let out a long whistle, her eyes moving away from him as she saw movement to his right. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the man in rags, his hair falling in his face as he veered away from her gaze. "Daryl?" Clary asked with a soft voice, not recognizing the man before her. He looked scared, terrified even, but whether of Negan or her she wasn't sure.