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“hey, you!” maggie only had time to turn to look at the voice that had called her before he was grabbing her by the shoulders and pinning her to the ground. she winced in pain and squeezed her eyes shut but didn’t move, breathing swiftly. “you were there that night. they said you were dead.” maggie clenched her fists tightly then simply responded, “do whatever you gotta do and go to hell,” as she heard someone else approaching.

“well holy shit! it’s the widow, back from the dead! we never properly met. i’m negan” he smirked, signalling for the unknown savior to let her up.

ABIGAIL dropped an empty plastic box in front of Negan’s feet , the brunette hoping that the year spent apart would have made it harder for him to recognize her. “IN CASE you need it. For your share.”

“Me? Did you expect someone else, your highness?”

“your highness?”

“I think you know damn well, Negan”