You walked around the streets of Alexandria. Your brother Daryl had left in the morning to go after Dwight for killing Denise. He was stubborn, your brother. One day he'll get himself killed you thought.
You would be lying if you said you weren't too. You were a Dixon after all. It was in your blood. You were the youngest of the Dixon siblings, only a few years younger than Daryl. When Merle died, you were devastated; the only one who was able to help you was Rick, as you did with him when Lori passed away.
You admired Rick, you always had. He was a great leader in your eyes, even when he didn't make the wisest decision. He managed to keep you all alive for all this time.
For a few months now you had been feeling weird. Every time Rick talked to you, or even looked at you, you felt your face start to burn and a warm feeling in your stomach. Did you like Rick? You could probably say that. You loved him.
As you reached your house, Rick came running in your direction.
"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!"
"Hey, Rick. What's up?"
"It's Maggie. There is something wrong with the baby! We are taking her to the Hilltop."
You panicked. Maggie was your best friend. You started running towards the RV you'd be using. Maggie was sick. And that worried you. The worst part was that Glenn wasn't here, he left to find your brother.
The ride was messy. Some men were blocking the roads.
"What do we do now?" you asked Rick.
"Eugene will take the RV. We'll take Maggie on a stretcher."
You started jogging through the woods. Suddenly you were surrounded. You hadn't even had time to process what was happening when you were forced into your knees.
You were between Aaron and Carl. You looked to your right and saw your brother. He looked weak and pale, and had a wound on his shoulder.
You heard a man talking.
"We got a full boat! Let's meet the man!"
He opened the door of the RV and a man wearing a red scarf and leather jacket stepped out. He was holding a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire and he sure looked threatening.
"Pissing our pants yet? Boy, do I have a feeling we are getting close!"
He started talking about you killing his people and how uncool that kind of thing was.
"You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes. Yes you are!"
He walked through the line saying that Lucille, his bat, was going to choose which of you was about to die. As he walked he threw a few nasty comments at some people such as your brother and Carl. But you hadn't been paying attention, you were too worried about Maggie, about everyone.
"And what do we have here?" you saw a pair of boots in front of you and slowly looked up. "You look just fine. What's your name, sweetheart?"
You looked at Negan and swallowed hard.
"(Y-Y/N)."
He crouched to your level.
"(Y/N)? (Y/N). A pretty name for a pretty lady. You know what? I think I might keep you."
"Leave her alone!" Rick shouted.
Negan's smiled dropped for a second.
"Oh... Oh, Rick, I get it. You have a thing for Miss (Y/N) here! How cute!" he pinched your cheek and stood up "Dwight, load her up."
You felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around you and drag you towards a black van. You tried to fight back.
"Rick! Rick!"
"(Y/N)! I'll find you! I'll get you back! I promise!" you heard him shout as Dwight closed the doors to the van.
All you could do was hear your friend's screams as one of them was brutally murdered, without knowing which one it was. You only hoped Rick would keep his promise.
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