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Negan

Looking after Maggie you ended up at the line up,you all had to watch negan bash Glenn and Abraham,before you all could recover later negan brought you and your brother Carl up to have your dad Rick potentially cut yours and his arm off,he was sharing and begging it to be him while you quietly cried never seeing him like this before,then negan said he was just testing him and you and Carl could get up and your held on to your dad.

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The air in the clearing was thick with the smell of blood and dirt. The line-up knelt in a ragged row, heads bowed, breaths shallow. Glenn and Abraham lay still in the dirt a few feet away, their blood already soaking into the earth.

Negan stood at the center of it all, Lucille resting on his shoulder, her barbed wire slick and red. He smiled, but it wasn't a kind smile. It was the smile of a man who knew he owned everything and everyone in that moment.

Negan

pointing at Rick You. And the kids. Up.

Rick's face drained of what little color it had left. He turned his head slowly, looking at you and Carl, his eyes wide and pleading without a word spoken.

Rick Grimes

hoarsely Negan... please. Not them. Not my kids.

Negan

tilting his head I didn't ask for a speech, Rick. I asked for the kids. Up. Now.

A couple of Saviors grabbed you and Carl by the arms, hauling you both to your feet. Carl's jaw was clenched, his good eye burning with fear and fury. You could barely feel your legs. Your father kept talking, his voice cracking as they forced you both to kneel beside him.

Rick Grimes

I'll do anything. Take me. Take my hands, my arms, whatever you want—just not them. Please, Negan.

Your father was shaking. Not from fear—from the impossible choice being forced on him. His eyes were wet, his voice breaking, and he kept looking from you to Carl, trying to find a way out that didn't exist.

Negan

crouching down in front of you, voice mock-gentle Hey, settle down. We're just gonna have a little test. See what kind of man your daddy really is.

He stood back up and tapped Lucille against his palm.

Negan

Rick, you're gonna cut one of your kids' arms off. Or I'll do it for you. And if you don't pick... I'll take both.

A choked sob escaped you before you could stop it. You'd never seen your father like this—helpless, begging, tears cutting tracks through the dirt on his face.

Rick Grimes

shaking his head Please, no. I'll—I'll do anything else. Kill me instead.

Negan

sighing dramatically See, that's not one of the options.

Your father's hands were trembling as he looked at the knife one of the Saviors had tossed into the dirt in front of him. He didn't reach for it. He couldn't.

Then Negan stopped. He let the silence stretch, smiling as he watched all of you break.

Negan

grinning I'm just messin' with you, Rick. That was a test. And you passed.

The Saviors let go of you and Carl. Your legs gave out the second you tried to stand. You collapsed forward, and your dad caught you, pulling you into his chest so tight it hurt.

Rick Grimes

whispering, voice wrecked I've got you. I've got you both. It's okay. It's okay.

It wasn't okay. But he kept saying it anyway, like he could make it true.

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