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Found our way back ||TWD

Lucille is not dead and she finds her husband in a not so good way.

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When Lucille fell to the ground, she feelt like her brain was slamming against her skull. Despite the white light in front of them, she only saw red and black while her head was spinning. She could hear the guy with the mustache but she couldn't understand a word that came out of his mouth. Then she heard Glenn, calling out for Maggie still sobbing, Daryl grunting, and her own breath echoing in her head. 

The woman managed to stand straight but her whole body was hurting and she felt like she could faint at any time. The memories of this morning came back: She was driving back to Alexandria, her car full of supplies when the gunshots started. A bullet must have touched one of the tires because all she can remember is a flip of her car and her skull cracking against the window. 

  «... the man. »  She heard the man with the mustache say.

She could'nt concentrate anymore. She fell on her hands and knees again et felt the taste of blood in her mouth. When she thought she would just pass out, the guy with the face burnt held her straight again.  She heard a voice too, but it was like cotton was stuck in her ears. Somehow, she knew that someone would get hurt. Would die. Her heart was racing, so to calm down, she played with the sewing of her military jacket, practically covered with patches  . Footsteps echoed in her head when a barbed wire baseball bat appeared in front of her. She kept her eyes on the ground, to see black boots and grey pants along with the bat. 

  «Are you deaf?! I asked you, were did you get that jacket? 'Cause you see, I knew someone who had the exact. same. one. »

That voice. She knew she could recognize it if her head didn't hurt so much. And why was this guy asking about her jacket anyway? But she felt a gloved hand lifting up her chin, and when the bat fell to the ground with a mettalic "thump", another hand cleared her face from her braided black hair and wiped a part of the blood. 

  «Shit.  »  

And then, she saw his face. Those hazel eyes she loved so much many years ago. Lucille felt too much emotion invading her. Anger, relieve, a glimpse of happiness but mostly pain. Negan did not look for her? He just figured that she was dead and moved on? 

  «Get your hands off of her! »  Shouted the little Carl. 

Since she met him, she loved him. And when Lori passed, she took care of him, until Michonne took over. She taught him how to hunt and to track, how to save his energie. He was brave, always have been. But right now, she hoped he would not try anything. The Negan she loved eight years ago would'nt hurt a child, but seeing him with his baseball bat, threatening her and her friends, she wasn't sure of anything. But he didn't even pay attention to the kid. He just stared at her for a moment, before turning to Rick and his son. 

 «You, fucking fuckers. You had my wife with you all this time! »

Lucille was suddenly cold, almost falling again before Negan held her. 

«Dwight! You take Lucille and watch those assholes. Simon, you help me. »

What? The black haired woman thought. He had given her name to his bat? She didn't have time to think about it. Her husband lift her up in his arms, carrying her to a truck. She didn't want to leave her friends, in the hads of these "saviors", but right now, every glimpse of strenght she had left left her body. She was now laying down on a leather sit and felt a hand tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. 

  «You'll be okay now, sweetheart. Simon, take her to the santuary, tell Carson she'd better be alive when I come back. »  

The truck door slammed and the engine roared. And then the darkness took her.