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Day after day, week after week, you and Nick had been travelling. You were worried, stressed and just wanting to find your brother. You’d been in California since the start of the apocalypse, the Clarks had been like a second home, but when it came to the end of L.A you had a choice to make and when you told them you weren’t coming with them, you were going home to look for your brother and the rest of your family, you found yourself unable to say goodbye to Nick, he felt the same and decided to come with you, which left the rest of the Clarks to follow Victor into the great unknown and you tried to make the two day race without getting into too much trouble on the roads.

But lack of fuel, traffic, and the undead made it a struggle to get there. You tried so hard to search for your brother, but when you arrived in your home town, his house was long gone. It hurt you, it made you worry. What were you going to do now? Nick had come with you for nothing; he’d left his family for no damn reason.

It was the worst night that night, curled up on a mattress crying and uttering that you were sorry for him coming for no reason, that you were sorry and that you hated yourself for making him come. But Nick just held you that night, told you that it was alright, that you’d be okay, that they’d head to Atlanta next and they’d keep trying to look, just for a while.

It was different now; it wasn’t a hunt for your brother. It was a hunt to save your lives. While Nick was good at hiding who you both were from the walkers, it was still hard. You had lost all hope, you didn’t know what to do anymore, you didn’t know how to cope. You’d lost your family, lost the only other people who loved you.

That was however, until you stumbled across a prison, the pair of you stood together at the edge, covered in walker blood watching the people inside. It was then, it was then you saw him. You moved alone the fence, your heart thumping harder and harder. You wanted so badly to scream out, to shout his name. It was Rick. You knew you shouldn’t speak, shouldn’t give up who you were with these walkers around, but you couldn’t help it, the name just came out. “Rick!”

Several times you screamed his name, until he started to make his way toward the fence to see who you were, but at this point the walkers were on you, causing you to turn around. Fear appearing in on your face. Nick was beside you, all you had were a couple of knives. Trying to fight them off alone, felt useless, this was the end if they didn’t let you in. But then it seemed someone was looking out for you, because guns started to go off, and people were outside of the gates trying to get rid of the walkers to get the pair of you in.

“Get in, get in now!” Rick shouted, causing you and Nick to race into the prison. Landing on the ground, you lay on the ground for a moment. Rolling over, you looked up at Rick and found tears forming in your eyes. “Rick.” You said softly, as he reached down to pull you up. “Y/N.” Standing up, you hugged tightly, tears spilling from your eyes. “I thought you were dead.” You heard him whisper, causing you to laugh slightly too. “I thought you were too.”

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How had this happened? You didn’t know, but now you were lying in bed with Negan after an extremely intense night of talking, kissing and sex. You’d fallen asleep wrapped in his arms; a strange feeling inside you as he held you. You’d never really expected to be in Negan’s arms, let alone want to be protected by him. It was truly strange and to make matters worse, you’d found your heart fluttering during the night as he’d talked to you, and touched you. You did feel guilty though, you’d betrayed your family, they’d be devastated if they knew about this.

Negan had been someone else last night, not the brutal killer that he’d been before, he was someone that would listen to you, someone that protected those close to him and punished those who betrayed him. You understood him now, you understood everything and it was getting very weird, maybe you’d found yourself starting to feeling him, maybe you’d found yourself falling in love with him, had you really? Was that possible?

You had no idea they’d come to rescue you, no idea they were there until you opened your eyes that morning to find Rick stood over you with Lucille, the rest of the group guns out, shock on their faces. “How could you do this Y/N?” Hearing Maggie’s voice was the worst, it made you feel guilty, made you feel awful. “I’m sorry.” Before you could say anything else, someone pulled you from the bed and held you as Rick got ready to strike.

“Rick, don’t, please, don’t!” You begged, you knew it sounded strange, but as Daryl’s hands griped hold of you and you stared at Negan you found yourself struggling. “Please Rick, please don’t.” It was then and only then Negan woke up, his eyes meeting Rick’s and a soft dark chuckle leaving his lips. “Well, well, well. Look what we’ve got here, go ahead Rick.” Negan told him. “Rick…” You said softly, earning an angry look from Rick.

“Shut your mouth traitor!” He snapped, it was a rich comment when they’d forgiven Andrea for sleeping with the governor, but you weren’t going to be forgiven? “Go on Rick, murder me in my bed.” Negan moved as Rick moved to smash him in the head, his hand pulling out a gun. “Shall we see who is faster?” Negan asked. “Rick, please, stop!” You begged as you struggled to get out of Daryl’s grip.

No one could tell you what happened next, no one could explain it. You slipped from Daryl’s arms and ran forward as Rick brought Lucille down and Negan fired the gun. Taking both the bullet and the barbed wire bat, you collapsed to the ground. Landing on the hard ground, you heard people screaming, felt Negan rushing to you and grabbing you, Rick stood still, his eyes going red and puffy and his lip quivering. “I…”

Looking up as the world around you became hazy; your hand felt Negan taking hold of yours. His hand on the gun shot. You felt Maggie beside you as well, trying to stop the bleeding; Daryl was trying to calm Rick. “I’m sorry.” You uttered, your eyes looking at Maggie. She slowly shook her head. “Don’t, just don’t die… please.” You couldn’t keep that promise and you knew it, your world was slowly starting to turn dark.

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Going on runs were never easy, especially not when you weren’t talking to the person you were on a run with. You’d heard Rick talking the day before about not wanting to go on a run with you, and you found yourself wondering if that was because you weren’t exactly the strongest. You weren’t Rosita, or Michonne, or even Maggie. You seemed weak in comparison to any of those, you guessed he really only tolerated you because you were Daryl’s little sister. You stayed quiet in the trunk, the stereo blasting some old eighties music, which you didn’t mind too much, you’d always liked older stuff than the music that came out before the apocalypse.

“Everything alright?” Rick finally asked, causing you to look over at him. “Fine.” You responded. “You didn’t have to come you know, Daryl would’ve or I could’ve gone with Aaron.” You suggested, shrugging your shoulders, and then glancing over at him. “I said I would go on the next run, especially seeing as how far we’re going. It made sense.” Rick responded with a shrug. “Didn’t you need to be around incase Negan shows up?” He shook his head once again, causing the cab to fall into silence as you continued to drive.

You drove in silence for the most part, the conversation starting every so often, but then failing once again, making the drive one of the most awkward you’d experienced in a long time. Noticing Rick Yawning, you glanced away, biting on your lip. You’d always had a crush on Rick and he looked so cute when he was tired, you’d noticed after the prison fell, travelling with him, you couldn’t stop looking at him sometimes. “Want me to take over?” You asked softly, glancing at him. Rick smiled. “No it’s alright. We’ll pull over soon and make camp for the night.”

This was awkward and you found yourself getting frustrated, you were going to have to sleep in the back with him tonight, but with things already so awkward the idea of this made you feel very nervous. Glancing over at him once more, you then quickly pulled your eyes away. “How much further till we’re there?” You questioned softly. “We should be there tomorrow about midday as long as we set off early.” He explained causing you to nod and smile. “Alright, sounds good.”

Rick glanced at you once more. “Are you sure everything is alright?” Feeling the truck stop, you glanced at him and nodded, before climbing out and looking around. You were exhausted, not because you were tired but because this silence was tiring, neither of you talking, when you’re meant to be working together. Letting out a small sigh, you walked a little away from the truck, completely forgetting to keep your wits about you; you were too busy being caught up in why Rick didn’t like you.

“Y/N!” The sound of a shout caused you to turn around. Coming face to face with a walker, you went to reach for your knife, but it was too late, the walker was on you and you were taken down onto the ground. Fighting with him, you tried to get him off. “Rick!” You screamed, as you tried to get him off of you. He was quickly pulled off of you and stabbed in the head. You lay there on the ground, looking down at the dead walker for a moment, before taking Rick’s hand as he pulled you up. “Are you alright?” Nodding softly, you glanced down at the walker. “Yeah… I’m alright.”

A moment later you glanced at him and sighed. “I’m sorry.” You whispered before walking off toward the truck. “Y/N.” Feeling his hand on your arm, you turned around and looked at him. “Yes?” He looked worriedly into your eyes. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, causing you to pull your hand away from him. “I’m sorry I’m not stronger, I’m sorry that I’m not like the others. I know you didn’t want to come on this run with me because I’m not strong like them.” You admitted looking away from him, taking a breath to stop yourself feeling sad.

“Y/N…” Rick whispered taking a step closer and grabbing your hand. “I didn’t want to come on this run, but not because you’re weak… Which you’re not by the way, you’re far from weak!” Rick said looking into your eyes. “I didn’t want to come on this run because I didn’t want to betray Daryl.” Looking at him confused, you found yourself tilting your head slightly. “What do you mean betray Daryl?” You questioned in hardly a whisper. “I mean that I’ve had feelings for you since before Terminus and I wanted to be with you, but… I didn’t want to betray your brother by being with you.”

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We’re on easy street And it feels so sweet ‘Cause the world is ‘bout a treat when you’re on easy street.

Hands clamped hard onto your ears as you screamed over the music once again, it had been playing for days now, you had no sleep, hardly any food, and you could no longer take it. Your fingers were bloody and sore from clawing at the door, you wanted to escape. No, you needed to escape. But you were trapped here. You’d been stuck here since that night, since that line up. You’d lashed out after your brother Abraham had been beaten to death, Daryl had come after you as Negan and his men made an example of you, loving your fiery nature. You’d been pinned to the ground by Simon, Negan’s right hand man, and Daryl, who feared you were to be killed lashed out and ended up on the ground beside you with Dwight pointing his own crossbow at him.

The last time you’d seen that rugged archer was that moment, while you lay on the ground side by side. You’d watched the look in his eyes as Glenn was beaten to death, you watched the guilt appear in his eyes, but it wasn’t his fault, if it was anyone’s fault, it was yours. You’d wanted to tell him you were sorry at that moment, but you weren’t able to, as the pair of you lay on the cold ground, tears had flown from your eyes and you found yourself longing to reach out to him, to touch his shoulder, his hand, to just offer him some form of comfort. But it was no good, not with Simon pinning you to the ground.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you started to bang your head back against the wall. A secret desire to pass out, to stop the music from playing in your ears, this song was awful and to have to hear it on repeat, why were they doing this? Why did they do this? You’d long given up fighting, they’d enter the room and you’d stay in the corner, but that wasn’t how you were to start with, each time they opened the door you tried to fight them, punching and kicking whoever you could to try and get away. But you guessed that was why you now had a black eye and a split lip.

The music disappeared, leaving you in silence, a sigh left your lips as you were blessed with a moment of silence. The door pulled open and in walked Dwight. “Come on, he wants to see you.” You refused to move, until he walked over and pulled you up by the scruff of your hair. “Let me go, you son of a bitch!” But Dwight didn’t answer; instead he struck you across the face hard. A yelp escaped your lips as he did, your head smashed against the wall, as you head moved instinctively. “Now, now Dwighty boy, be careful we don’t want to ruin the merchandise do we?” It was him, you could feel your stomach churning and a sickness welling inside of you as Dwight pulled you out and toward Negan.

Being dragged into a room, you heard Dwight shutting it behind you. “Aww look at you, the little fighter.” Negan spoke, sending chills down your spine. His hand suddenly gripped your face and pulled you to look up at him. “Hungry? Thirsty? See this room, it could be yours… you just have to answer one question. Who are you?” You looked at him, anger coursing through your veins, a desire to punch that smirk off of his face. You had a desire to take Lucille out of his hand, and beat him with it repeatedly. You could feel the eyes of both of the men on you as they waited for you to answer the question that they’d proposed to you.

Looking into Negan’s face, you grinned softly. “Y/N. Y/N Ford.” You answered before moving your head and head butting him hard. “Jesus!” He snapped as your heads collided. “Take them back to their cell Dwight, you know what to do once they’re in there!” He snapped as you were dragged out of the room, your eyes full of anger as you stared at the leader of the saviors. “I will never let you rule over me.” You snapped before the door closed. Looking up as you were dragged along toward your cell, your eyes landed on Daryl, a pleading look appeared for a moment, before you were thrown into your cell.

“Make him watch!” Dwight ordered the man known as fat Joe, standing across the cell from Dwight, with Daryl forced to stand at the door, you watched him advance on you, his hand struck you across the face, before hitting you in the stomach, and sending you to the ground. From there he started to stamp on you, and kick you. A cry of pain escaped your lips, even though you hated to show them any sort of reaction, you could feel your ribs being cracked, your hand possibly being broken. Tears trickled down your cheeks as you focused on Daryl, you wanted to swallow your pain, let him know you were alright, but you couldn’t.

He was the last thing you saw, before it went dark.

“Y/n, wake up!” Your eyes shot open to see Daryl looking down at you. “Daryl?” He nodded softly, before pulling you up. “Come on, we’re going, we’re going now.” Helping you to your feet, you could feel the pain running through your body from the beating you’d taken a few hours ago. Daryl reached out and took your good hand, nodding at him softly, the pair of you started to sneak through the halls, trying to find the way out… via Dwight’s room.

Clutching your possibly broken ribs and broken wrist, you watched as Daryl trashed the room and found some different clothes. Looking at him as he offered you close, you took them quickly and changed them the best you could, trying to hide the pain that was radiating through your body. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” You muttered as you both turned toward the door. Slipping out, you made your way out the back.

Entering the yard, your eyes scanned around as Daryl moved toward a motorbike. “Daryl.” Fat Joe stood in the way of the two of you leaving, your eyes glanced to Daryl, but he was on him before you could do anything. Beating him, repeatedly, killing him with his hands. “Daryl.” You whispered, as a hand landed on your shoulder. Looking up you saw Jesus stood there, watching Daryl take out his anger the same you desired to. “Daryl, stop! That’s enough!” You ordered, as you looked between both of the men.

Shuffling footsteps, the sound of shouting and orders were going through the radio. It was then you heard the sound of feet shuffling toward your location. Turning toward the sound, you looked back at Daryl and Jesus. “Go!” You ordered the pair of them. “Not without you.” Shaking your head, you smiled. “You’ll both get me out, I know you will… but not right now. Go Jesus, get Daryl out!” Watching the pair of them climb onto the bike, you stepped backward and waved toward them, before turning on your heel and starting to run away, hoping to distract them all.

“Unlucky for you, I’m in a really bad mood right now.” Your eyes looked down at the ground as Negan paced in front of you. “I should take you to Alexandria right now and bash your head in, in front of Rick and his, teach them all a lesson. However I’ve just come back from there, and honestly I really just want some ass…“ His hand moved across your face and pulled your hair so you’d look up at him. “You’re going back in your cell, and you’re never seeing daylight again!” Throwing you at one of his men, he dragged you off toward your cell, a look of fear appeared as the door opened.

“Enjoy the darkness!” Slamming the door, you slowly sunk to the ground against the door. A hiss of pain escaped your lips as you felt your ribs aching. Pulling your legs into your chest, despite the pain, you closed your eyes and started to bang your head against the hard wall as the music started up once again.