oh come on | twd

• Dependency •

Blood was slowly dribbling out of the corners of her mouth from when she had screamed, the rest was still dried blood. David's blood covered her teeth, and a crazed look in her eyes. He didn't stare for too long before he was speaking to her.

"You're safe, you're safe," he said, but she still couldn't hear his words.

"No, no, it's him Carl, he's the guy from the road!" Her voice cracked as another sob racked through her body.

David's eyes widened, darting between Negan and Carl. Carl's jaw clenched, his eyes hardening and Negan couldn't even process what was going on before a bullet was lodged in David's skull.

"Fucker."

Negan stayed silent, his lips pursed as he glared at David's dead body. It was starting to make sense now. The missing truck with no explanation as to where it went, the cuts on her mouth, her not wanting to go with him. Even Craig's words.

'I never should of never let David do those things to you!'

It had never crossed his mind that David could've done other things to her.

It was deathly silent. Rick didn't want to speak, Carl just refused to. He was just holding Amelia, hoping he was providing the security she desperately needed.

"Don't take this exception for granted. You shoot any other of my men and there'll be consequences," Negan said, his voice low. "The only reason I'm allowing you to get away with this is because it needed to happen."

Rick was surprised. Negan didn't do exceptions. Negan spared one last glance at Amelia before turning on his heels, putting his arm around Rick and opening the door. Already, Negan's men were there, the gunshot attracting them.

"All is fine boys, come on."

Amelia's breathing had somewhat returned to normal, now leaving her a hiccuping mess, grasping any amount of air she could.

"Sweetheart? Are you okay?" Carl said, his voice soft as she clutched his shirt tight in her hands, the fabric soothing the cut on her hand from when she'd hurt it killing that woman.

"I missed you Carl," her voice broke, refusing to move her head from his chest.

Negan's words were fresh in her mind and it was only now she realised Carl would have to see her face. He already had, but seeing it again made her feel sick.

"Look at me," he said gently. She shook her head. "Please look at me darling."

Her eyes welled up as she looked up at him, before dropping her head in shame. He caught her chin with two fingers, making her look up at him again. They stared at each in silence for a moment, Amelia's eyes welled up with tears whilst Carl's was only filled with love.

He kissed her gently, his lips practically grazing against hers. Her heart ached for more, but her cheeks were screaming against it.

He wrapped his arm around her, leading her to the bed before sitting down. He pulled her onto his lap so she could sit sideways, resting her head on his chest as he rubbed soothing circles on her arm.

"He can't hurt you now," Carl said gently, his heart breaking at each small sniffle that emitted from Amelia.

"He wanted me to smile for him," she said quietly, fiddling with his shirt as she spoke. "That's why he did it," she whispered.

Carl stayed quiet, trying not to express how angry he felt. His glare was set in stone though, not that Amelia could see it. He didn't want to ask the nagging question that he desperately needed to know. Had he raped her? He already knew he would've tried something. She wouldn't of reacted how she did otherwise. But did it get to that extent?

"I've got you," he soothed, holding her shoulder with his hand and kissing her head.

It was silent between the pair for nearly a solid ten minutes. Amelia was just glad to be home, in Carl's arms. She knew it wasn't for long since Negan would be taking her back, but she savoured every second she could get. Her mind was beginning to calm down until she was suddenly reminded of a very daunting fact.

"My mom's alive."