The Woman at The End of The World. (Daryl Dixon)

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"I was looking for shit for you. I couldn't find anything, so I was going home." Fuck, Owen was lurking around. Old fear resurfaces. "I overestimated my time."

"Unarmed and alone?" Doubt clouds his face. "We didn't even find a knife on you."

"Owen took it when he attacked." I shrug, realizing I'm horrible at lying in this moment. He can't know about our alliance with Hilltop. Otherwise, any upper hand we have for this battle will be taken away. They might've saved my life, but he still killed my friends.

"Okay." His eyes search my face, "you know, you didn't have to hand over the file."

"I know. But you needed to see the type of man you had in your company."

He sighs, "I had a feeling something happened by your reaction to him. He scares you. I don't even scare you, even after killing your friends."

"Yeah, well, we've all killed someone in this world. You can't break everyone by playing my dick is bigger than yours. Some of us know it's not about the size, but instead, it's how you use it. Quite frankly, my dick is Godzilla and I know I alone can kill you, but you don't see me playing baseball with Simon's head."

Dwight makes a choking sound at my words while Simon smirks, "I like her."

"Right, just like you and your boyfriend. Yet, you're the one laying in the hospital bed." Negan grins.

"Yeah, well, I was caught off guard. Even Superman has his weakness. It's been a long time since I got my ass handed to me, like 'here, this is your ass, it's no longer attached to your back.'" I scoff.

He nods, "Well, I wasn't happy when Simon gave me your message. But I was going to let you kill him. Hand over Lucille myself, but from the looks of things I should've done that myself, instead of using the iron."

"Iron?" I cock my head, "you know what, I don't want to know. Anyway, I wanted him fair and square. Not handed to me on a silver platter. That takes the revenge out of it, now doesn't it? Why are you being helpful?"

He grins, "maybe, you're my favorite out of all Rick's shitty friends. I do question your taste in men. I still might take you as one of my wives."

"Sorry, I'm already married, and I still don't like you, Bundy. This doesn't make us friends. I just get to live another day, so I can kill you. You remember that when I'm standing over your body."

"You're right. You're now my best friend. When can we braid each other's hair?"

"I'm going to kill you someday." I repeat, smiling.

"This is how you know I enjoy you; you're still breathing after threatening me twice. Anyway, I'd be honored. Better you than Rick. You're seriously bad ass. I need to see this Godzilla dick in action." He pats my knee, "okay, let's take you home." He stands, gesturing for his men to follow, "Get dressed, I'll meet you out here."

A thought occurs to me, "no more threatening Carl." I call out, "if you ever get the urge to kill him, it should me. He's just a boy. I'm just as important to Rick. I have his ear, I'm married to his right hand man, and I'm someone he leans on." I chew on my lip, hoping I saved Carl from continuing to deal with this man's threats.

"You got it, Elvira." Amusement dances into his tone. "You wanna die in place for Carl if it ever calls for it. Consider it done."