oh come on | twd

• Dependency •

She knew what happened. Dad happened. She used to protect me from him and now it was like she judged me for it. The door slammed and locked, and I was left to wallow in the pain and confusion. I thought she was dead. How did she get out of prison?

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"Come on Amelia. Taking a trip home," Negan said as he pulled me out of my cell by my forearm.

Daryl was stood by my door as well, being held by two men. He looked at me with pained eyes and I was forced to look away as Negan pulled me down the corridor. I was silent.

"Oh come on, I was expecting a Q&A. At least act intrigued. How did Mommy get here? Is she slumming it with Negan?" Negan spoke, his words laced with humour.

"She's not my mommy, remember?" My heart broke just voicing the words Negan had spoke to me earlier.

"Touché, dear. I was expecting this to hit a little harder than it has, can't you just play along?" He laughed, turning back to look at Daryl as we went outside. "She always this gloomy?"

Daryl stayed silent, his eyes glued to me with sympathy. It made me feel sick.

"If Alexandria is as depressing as you two, maybe we should just leave you be. Wouldn't want to rain on you."

"Then don't. You have a good enough set up as it is. Or do is it make you feel better being a grade-A asshole?"

"You just keep shocking me even more Amelia. Your words cut deep," he said as he opened the door to a truck, lifting me up into the passenger seat by my waist.

I was surprised how gentle he was with it considering his violent nature. Even still, my stomach churned remembering how David had touched me there as well. He closed the door and got in the drivers seat.

"Well come on, seatbelts on," he spoke as if it was against the law not to; as if laws still mattered anymore.

I stared at him blankly. He raised his eyebrows before huffing and leaning over to do it for me himself. I slapped his hand away, doing it myself. I didn't want him any closer to me than he already was.

"Feisty." He started the engine and we drove in silence for a while until I spoke up.

"When can I see her?" I asked, my eyes glued to the dashboard.

I saw him look at me out of the corner of my eye and then back at the road. He didn't answer.

"When we get to Alexandria, you stay by my side. You don't talk to anyone."

I closed my eyes tightly. I don't think I could stand being so close but so far from home. I needed him, so badly, and I wasn't even allowed to see him.

"Understood?" He said and I opened my eyes to look at him, a hard glare set upon my face. "I don't want to call you a brat, but quit acting like a brat," he rolled his eyes.

I turned away from him, leaning my head on the window and pulling my knees up to my chest to reset my chin on them.

"Yeah sure, put your feet up, make yourself right at home," he said sarcastically.