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• Dependency •

"Thanks for the permission," I said flatly.

I ignored whatever he said after that, probably
some pathetic attempt at a joke.

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Amelia had zoned out, hadn't noticed that the truck had been drove though the gates and parked up. The thing that snapped her out of it was Lucille hitting against the glass window. Her eyes slowly turned to it, before Negan opened the door. Looking up again, she saw the people she called family stood not too far away; watching. He held his hand out for her, plastering a gentlemanly smile on.

She slapped his hand away, jumping down and landing on her feet with a wince. Her arm instantly wrapped around her ribs, the pain still unbearable since the first injury. She kept her head down, her hair covering her face.

Her heart was pounding. She didn't want them to see her face. She dreaded seeing their reactions, dreaded seeing the disgust cross Carl's face.

"Lia?" She heard Rosita's voice, and closed her eyes in pain.

"Nope. Not gonna happen, she stays right by my side and I don't cave her skull in."

"Daryl, hey," she heard Rick say and Negan scoffed.

"Nope. Same rules apply. He's the help. You don't look at him, you don't talk to him, and I don't make you chop anything off of him."

Negan slung his arm over Amelia's shoulders as he walked her forward. Her heart ached as Rick gave them a 'tour'. She felt exposed with her face in view. So far, no one has seen it, but how long before someone did.

"Negan?" She asked.

It fell silent, before he laughed.

"I almost forgot you were there, you're so quiet."

"Can I please go to my room?" Her voice was quiet, a lot weaker than Rick remembered her to be; even when her dad was around.

"Oh, but that's a long drive away isn't it?" He joked, a satisfied grin settling upon his face.

"That's not my room," she snapped. "Please," she pleaded.

"Hey Davey!" Negan shouted, and Amelia's head snapped up to look at him. "Take Amelia to her room. Don't let her out your sight."

"No. Not him," she said, shaking her head.

"You go with him, or not at all," he said, his tone final.

Amelia looked at David as he approached. He eyed her, before looking straight ahead. Amelia huffed, pulling herself from Negan's side and walking to David. Her eyes met Rick's briefly and she saw his eyes well up with tears. He managed to get a good look at her face and it was enough to knock him sick. What had they been doing to her?

David kept his distance from her as she walked up the steps to her house, moving upstairs to her room. Her side of the bed was untouched. She could see the messy covers on Carl's side and her eyes welled with tears.

On top of the bed, laid Tyreese's beanie. She made her way to it and heard the door click behind her. She didn't pay any mind to it as she picked up the hat, feeling the softness of it in her hands.