An imagine about the final scene of Season 6.
Finger dug deeply into your arm, tightening the grip they had on you as you got pulled through the darkness forest, stumbling through the undergrowth as Dwight sternly lead the way forward, clutching his gun tightly in his other hand
You had fucked up.
You shouldn’t be following him right now, with no clue where the hell he was heading, you should be on your way to the Hilltop, just as Rick had told you after you had left the RV in the middle of the woods.
You should plan your way to the other community right now, work your way through the forest and make sure that they were warned and prepared to help Maggie as soon as the others would manage to carry her through the darkness.
And you would have made it, if only Dwight hadn’t caught you.
Maggie, Rick, Carl, hell, they all were counting on you and you had failed, greatly.
Annoyance and frustration was beginning to wash an ugly nausea over you mixing with the suspense that laid like a heavy sheet over your body and only intensified as Dwight’s grip got once more tighter, as if he was purposely trying to leave bruises on your goosebumps covered skin
“That hurts”, you grumbled, wiggling your arms slightly to relieve it at least a tiny bit from the biting pain, but instead of reaching this relief your body froze as the cold metal of Dwight’s gun dug into your temple in the matter of milliseconds.
“Don’t you dare to try that again. One more time and I’ll put a pullet through your pretty head”, he snapped through tight teeth, pushing the gun deeper into your skin as you gulped tightly, still like glued to the spot by the pressure on your forehead.
“You understand?”, he growled as you saw from the corner of your eyes how his glare burned into you and pressured you to nod quietly.
For a few more seconds the gun remained resting against your temple before it slowly slid down, leaving a mark that was still palpable before he tightened his grip on your arm again and continued to drag you with him.
“Just an advice. Don’t try any of that shit with Negan”, he said as he turned his head slightly to you, grinning faintly as he saw the thick gulp that was wandering down your throat and watched the stern glance in your eyes grow tenser.
A heavy breath fell from your lips as you followed him, now with the certainty of who he was taking you to.
Negan.
You had heard this name before, each time in a bloody context that made chills run down your spine when you just thought about it.
First at the Hilltop.
Secondly, at the satellite station.
Then on the railroad where Denise’s life had ended by the man who was pulling you through the dark in these very moment.
You could still see the pictures in your mind, the arrow that drilled itself through her head and her eye, the blood that ran down her slack growing face, your older half-brother’s gasp as she fell lifelessly to the ground.
You could only hope that Daryl was safe at least now, that he was somewhere far away from here with no clue what was happening to you right now.
You weren’t completely sure how long it took until you first saw headlights piercing through the spaces between the trees, dazzling you for a moment until a deep voice that cut through the air made the blood in your veins freeze.
“We’re there”, Dwight mumbled, dragging you further until your eyes that still had to get used to the bright light saw how you let the trees behind and instead stared towards a row of men that stood with their backs towards you, almost as if they were forming a wall for whatever the hell was going on in their midst.
You couldn’t grasp any of the thousand questions that rushed through your mind, couldn’t figure out if this all was just for you or if they had, and that’s what you feared the most, caught the others as well.
A thicker spread of goosebumps began to cover your body as you stumbled closer towards the wall of men, watching as they began to part as soon as they noticed Dwight’s presence.
It took only seconds for them to step aside, revealing what was in their midst that made another wave of nausea and suspense rush down on you.
They were all there, Rick, Carl, Eugene, Maggie, Glenn, Aaron, Rosita, Abraham, Sasha, Michonne and also Daryl, all cowering on the ground, trembling and with fear spread all over their faces.
You were like paralyzed as your glance rushed over them and caught the blood daubed blanket Daryl was engulfed in, sending another piercing shot of pain through your body before you felt a harsh push against your back that ripped you out of your trance.
Within seconds you rushed to the ground, hitting it with enough force to shoot a stinging pain from your palms and knees through your whole body and elicit a shocked gasp to fall from each of your friends’ lips.
Groaning in pain you winced, trying to rattle yourself you tried to sit up but instead could first only push your glance to sway upwards.
Part of you expected to have to look at the frightened faces of your friends once more, but in place of them you looked straight at black with mud speckled boots that came to a sudden stop, followed by the deep voice that had frozen your blood once before and was doing the very same thing again.
“Now would you look at that, we got a new guest! You’re a bit late to the party, Sweetheart”, Negan’s tease filled voice echoed through the air as you watched the tips of his boots turn towards you for a moment, allowing you to feel the way his glance burned into you while you still stared at the ground, unable to completely grasp what was happening right now.
And this proceeded to be the case as his voice kept on to stream through the air, though not fully reaching you.
Still, you caught bits of what he was saying, of how you killed his men at the outpost, of how you would regret crossing him in a few minutes, of how you would work for him from now on, of how he would end up to be the holy hell out of one of you before, as punishment for what you had done.
You couldn’t fully realize what this meant yet, no matter the fact that your body reacted with more cold shudders and the urgent feeling that you were helpless.
Whatever this man was about to do, he would do so, and none of you could stop it, not with this army of armed men surrounding you.
“Sucks, don’t it? The moment you realize you don’t know shit?”, his low voice made its way through to you as you caught him standing in front of Rick, dangling a baseball bat that was wrapped up in barbed wire right in front of his face.
Gulping thickly you kept trying to search for the glances of the others until you finally met Daryl’s, watching as he fixed it on yours, trying to cover the helplessness even though you could tell he was feeling it as well, maybe even worse than you were.
“Hey, prick! Yeah, you”, you suddenly heard Negan’s voice cutting through the air, forcing your glance to rush to him as he raised his bat and pointed it right at Daryl before it slowly wandered to you as soon as he had Daryl’s attention, “What’s up with all that starin’, huh? Anything ya wanna tell me?”, Negan asked firmly, taking a few steps towards Daryl until his bat was resting beneath your half-brother’s chin and made your heartbeat skip a beat.
“Nothin’”, Daryl grumbled, glaring up at the man while your glance stayed fixed on him, not catching Negan’s face once.
“Doesn’t look like it and I don’t fuckin’ like people lying at me.”
“She’s just my sister”, Daryl reluctantly mumbled, chewing on his lip as you lowered your glance, feeling how your breath grew heavier before you caught from the corner of your eyes how Negan lowered the Bat from Daryl’s face and took a few steps back, slowing your heartbeat at least for a moment down.
“Hmm”, he grumbled while you started at the sandy ground, trying to focus right before another jolt shot through your body as you heard his next words.
“Well shit…get her on her knees Dwight, think I wanna have a little chat with our latecomer”, Negan chuckled as he began to slowly walk towards you, rising the suspension in you up until you felt like you were about the explode.
Feeling how Dwight suddenly grabbed you by your shoulders you flinched, once more as he pushed you onto knees, right as Negan stood in front of you and stopped abruptly as not more than a few inches parted you.
You felt Dwight grabbing your shoulders and pushing you on your knees as Negan stopped in front of you while you were still staring at the ground.
Slowly, he leaned down and knelt directly in front of you, a deep sigh falling from his lips as he reached out and took your chin lightly in one of his large hands.
“Look at me”, he ordered, his deep voice sounding through to you as you didn’t react at first, the fear and the suspense that was cursing through your body not allowing you to move at first.
“When I tell you to look at me, you fucking look at me. Alright Sweetheart?”, he said, his voice almost too calm as he started to lift your chin up to make you look at him.
And then. for the first time you saw his face.
A salt and pepper beard covered his cheeks, surrounding lips that were drawn into a wide smirk, his black hair was slicked back, letting it shimmering slightly in the bright light of the headlights, while his hazel eyes were running over your face, analyzing it thoroughly.
“Damn, now holy shit…you’re fucking pretty…what’s your name?”, he asked, his tongue slowly slipping over his lower lip before the smirk on his face grew even wider.
“(Y/N)”, you said glancing at him, your eyes slowly filling with tension and sternness that got almost drowned out by the nervousness and fear that tried to sneak in your glance while you tried your best to suppress them.
“Shit Sweetheart, don’t be so fucking tense”, he chuckled, a low laugh falling from his lips while he kept his eyes locked with yours, the look in them more intense than you liked to admit before he perked his brows up and let out another laugh.
“You know what Sweetheart? I wanna get to know you a whole fucking lot better”, he said, immediately letting another shudder run down your back while you had didn’t even want to imagine what he could exactly mean with these words.
His glance turned even more wolfish as his eyes stayed focused on you before he finally let go of your chin and got back on his feet.
“Get her in the RV”, Negan said, stroking his salt and pepper beard and before you could do or think anything else, Dwight grabbed you once again and pushed you roughly to the RV.
“Careful Dwight”, Negan hissed loudly, shock starting to rush through your body before the RV door opened and exactly this shock and the fear that was still cursing through you didn’t let you do anything else than step in.
One last time you could look back as your glance caught him swinging his bat as he walked from Rick, to Carl, to Eugene and shot another wave of suspense through you.
“Please don’t”, you tried to say as loud as possible , the words simply slipping out your lips, urged out by the fright to lose any of them before your voice cracked.
“Listen Sweetheart, I’m gonna do this and you can’t fucking stop me”, Negan said loudly, a throaty chuckle rumbling through his chest as Dwight began to drag you deeper into the RV.
The door shut right behind you, its loud thud echoing through the room while your muddled head slowly began to realize that you were gonna lose one of your friends in the next few moments and there was nothing you could do against it.
What if it was Daryl?
What if Negan was going to beat Daryl to death?
Your mind kept terrorizing you with these questions as Dwight urged you over to the bench at the front and made you sit down on its worn out cushion, your body starting to shake harder as your only hope was that you would just wake up from this nightmare until you suddenly heard screams echoing through the night.
Your heart started to hammer against your chest in the matter of seconds, pounding so loudly and heavily that you could swear to hear its thumping in your ears.
Pain, unbelievably deep pain started to spread through you, wrenching your body while a thick lump grew in your throat and made tears well up and burn in your eyes.
You tried to suppress a whimper from falling from your lips as the RV door suddenly hit open and Daryl’s loud sob echoed through to you before the door shut loudly once more.
It was a cruel though that was slipping into your mind in this moment, but a small part of you was relieved.
You had lost someone, and you didn’t even want to dare to think about who it was, but at least you hadn’t lost Daryl.
Still, you could feel the agony crawling with more and more intensity through your body while a part of you was starting to grasp that you had still lost one of your friends, that this was the cruel reality and there was nothing you could do to stop this madness or bring them back
Your thoughts first hadn’t let you pay any attention to who had stepped into the RV seconds ago, but now as he walked towards you you did, caught the tiny blood splatter on his jacket and his neck while his bat was covered in a deep red shade, from top to the point the barbed wire stopped spinning around the wood, pushing once again into your face that this was horribly real.
“Well shit”, he chuckled as he casually strolled over to you, a slight grin still on his face while the anger within you started to break through the fear, panic and agony.
How could someone look like this after killing someone, how could he act so fucking jolly?
You sniffled to hold the tears that were sparkling in your eyes from breaking once for all through, the frightened look still stuck in them as your eyes were glued to his bloody bat that only made another wave of nausea crush down on you.
“You’re disgusting”, it blurted breathily and almost inaudible out of you, too frightened to say it out any louder while a part of you was surprised that those words had even left your lips.
More tears were beginning to burn in your eyes as you could see some blood dripping from the bat, down onto the wooden ground, pieces of flesh still sticking to the barbed wire while you felt like the biting, metallic reek of blood was starting to rise up your nose.
He hadn’t heard you, you could tell by the way he looked at you, by the way he kept on walking towards you, but he had for damn sure seen your lips moving and he was still seeing the look on your face.
“Well shit”, he said, the smirk still on his face as he stopped right in front of you and leaned a little down to make sure you were looking at him.
“Now if you won’t be one great asset”, he chuckled, irritation mixing nearly immediately into your glance as you asked yourself how in hell you could seem like an asset to him, especially now, with tears in your eyes, distraught and looking weaker than you liked to admit it yourself.
“What?”, he asked with a deep chuckle, leaning a littler closer,”Now I’ll admit, you and those fuckers out there don’t look like it now but shit! You and your friends, killing my people in that fucking outpost…ya gotta have some useful abilities simmering underneath.”
Another chuckle left his lips as he crouched down, forcing you to look into his eyes as you gulped thickly, trying to keep yourself under control.
“We’ll find them together, I’m sure as hell ‘bout that”, he said, winking at you as he let out another small laugh, “You all belong to me now.”
Hatred was sneaking into your glance, mixing with the grief, frustration and even fear as he let a deep sigh fall from his lips and yet looked still widely grinning at you.
“You and your friends should get that pretty fucking fast, Sweetheart. Anything else just makes that shit harder than it has to be.”
