When You Fall in Love With the Enemy ((Negan))

1- Meeting Negan

This story will be told from Maggie's POV:

My heart pounded against my chest as I
felt so aghast and drained of everything.

My emotions, my dignity, my strength. I felt completely ill, and I knew I needed Glenn. But he wasn't here... He was out with Michonne somewhere hunting. I wish we could just run into them somewhere on the way to Hilltop. Just driving and we happen to see them walking on the side of the road. Then he can see me, and I can see him, and we can be happy with our baby at Hilltop together. So I keep looking out the window, just in case. But hopes are no more powerful than lies. Lies you tell yourself. Lies I told myself.

We came to a stop as I lay on the bed on the back of the RV, Sasha was by my side comforting me. I had realized I had fallen asleep staring out the window, and my eyes shot open. I tried to look out the window, but my head wouldn't budge. I felt so dizzy and the drainage in my throat made it burn. I turned to my side and looked straight ahead at the drivers seat, Rick and Abraham were talking in a low whisper. I wanted to ask them what was wrong, but my throat hurt too bad and soon the RV was moving again.
I looked up at Sasha, she had fear and dread in her eyes. But when she looked down at me, all the angst and uneasiness softened and she gave me a slight smile. I knew that look. Pity.
I don't want anyone feeling sorry for me. Sure, it would've been fine in high school when I got the answer wrong in front of the whole class for someone to feel bad for the embarrassment I had, but not now. Not here.
I'm not a baby and I don't want to be treated as one. I have all the respect I could possibly need; people are so kind to me. But now I'm starting to think that's because I'm pregnant. I can do things. Fight. I can fight well, and they know that. So I wondered why they're just thinking of me as a baby. I'm not one.
But I can't keep telling myself things like this, it'll only bring me down and it's definitely the last thing I need to worry about. Bringing yourself down, like thinking about your appearance and what people think of you, is positively the last thing I want to be doing in an apocalypse.
My deep thoughts sank me into a deep sleep as I heard the RV come to a stop again.

I felt myself being lifted, and my eyes slowly opened and tried to adjust to the light. Everything suddenly came into view, the RV was at a stop, and I was being carried out of it by Rick and Abraham.

"Rick?" I whispered, trying not to bring pain to my throat.

"It's okay," Rick said, his thick voice becoming wavered as sweat from his hair dripped onto his chapped lips. "It's okay. We're gonna get you to Hilltop."

I felt the urge to question more, but my throat was feeling numb and my eyes felt swollen shut, so I just true to soothe myself as I felt myself being bounced around. I wanted to go back to sleep, but for some reason I thought it later as a bad idea, and just ignored it. I kept my eyes shut but I was fully awake.
I felt myself suddenly being jerked around more than usual, and I opened my eyes. Darkness surrounded me, and only the peak of sunlight was heaping out far away. It was about morning.
But then, I heard noises, and voices. I thought it was only our group conversating, but then I turned my head to see other people. Other unfamiliar faces. That's when I knew I wouldn't make it to Hilltop. That very moment, very second. I was going to die with this baby.

I was lifted off of the bed and the bed was taken away, my whole body ached in pain. I could feel sweat building up on the greasy hair matted on top of my head, it trickled down my face ever so slowly. Abraham took me and him down on our knees, but Rick only stood with narrow eyes at the man.
All of us were in a line almost, and Rick was the only one standing. Surely he could get us out of this, with his gun or hatchet or a knife. But it occurred to me we had nothing. Nothing except ourselves.