❞as long as there is someone in the sky to protect to me, there is no one on earth who can break me❝
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ALICIA
Hearing the door click open, I lift my head and lower my feet to the ground. Still feeling emotionally drained, I just hoped that Daryl was okay.
"Oh, sunshine!" I heard a voice, he was back. I stood up walking to the living room, meeting him as he flashed once again his signature lunatic smile. I couldn't help but to stare at him in utter disgust, but then his face changed, as he took steps towards me. As an instinct I took a step back, but he was quick to close the gap between us.
"You know, sunshine. You need to erase that look of yours." He swung his bat as he walked in front of me. "Just like I said earlier, I don't fucking appreciate that shit." He stopped, our chests almost touching as he ran his hand on my cheek, making me turn my head to the other way. "So sunshine, how is it?"
"I'm not a fucking sunshine to you." I said quietly, not looking at him. Only hearing a chuckle from him, I knew he wasn't pissed of right now, which I was very glad about.
"Well, then what is your name? Do you prefer to be called princess? 'Cause I'd sure like that, sunshine." He walked away sitting down, looking at me. "I want to see Daryl." I said to him, not moving as I cringed at the distasteful and shameless nicknames I had received.
"That's a long ass name, you got there!" He smiled, looking at me intensely. I knew what his eyes held. "Your name, sunshine." He said sternly.
"Alicia." I said, leaning to the wall. "Now may, I see him?"
He put his hand under his chin as he crossed his legs. "Oh wait; are you two like a thing?" He laughed, throwing his head back. "Isn't he a little too old for ya?"
"Why do you care anyway?" I spat out. "I need to see him. Now."
When he didn't say anything, I thought about a risky thing I could try. Now or never. I walked to the door, my hand on the doorknob until I felt rough hands turn me around, Negan's face in front of mine, as I let out a tiny shriek. "Ali, you ain't going anywhere to do shit, unless I tell you so. Now princess, would you stand back from the door?"
I walked past him, shoving his shoulder without even realizing it. To my demise he didn't think nothing of it. "Is he okay?"
Negan placed his bat on a wooden stool, taking of his jet black leather jacket and his red scarf. "Probably, who knows?" He chuckled making me turn towards him, raising my brow.
"Is everything a fucking joke to you?" I asked him, trying to wipe his smug look off of his face, with no process. "Did you know you got so many problems?"
Negan sat down, "Well, cursing, I have a bat named Lucille; OH and drinking problems, ya know the usual shit."
I shook my head, not believing I was actually going to be stuck with this psychopath, who acknowledges his own problems! "Is there any clothes I can change into?"
I desperately needed to get the bloodied clothes off of me, before I would completely break down. It was already bad enough to have had forced to wore them for so long.
Negan threw me his t-shirt, which I gladly accepted, not caring if it was one of his or not. I looked at him raising my eyebrows, "So are you going to watch me change or what?"
He smirked, "Gladly."
I scoffed turning around, throwing my dirty shirt off of me, pulling his clean shirt which was just above my shoulder until I felt a hand on my bare back. I immediately took steps forward, I forgot about the scars.
The scars that came from the hits of my fathers beloved. His leather belt.
Pulling the shirt on completely I turned around seeing Negan looking at me his mouth slightly open, "Don't you even fucking ask." I said to him, pointing my finger raising my voice a bit, as he took steps towards me until my back reached a wall.
"What the hell happened to you?" Negan chuckled, walking away from me again. "Those are some long ass scars, princess."
I felt my anger almost controlling my whole body, until I managed to get ahold of myself. Everything is a fucking joke to him.
Feeling ashamed about him seeing my scars, when even Daryl doesn't know that these even exist. No one knew, but now this lunatic did, and I just saw him yesterday for the first time. I clenched my fist, nails digging to my skin, blood oozing out, dripping to the floor.
"Everything is a joke huh? Why did you bring me here? Just to mock me?" I stared at him for seconds, which felt like hours and forever; me and the big bad wolf having a staring contest. Only for it to be stopped as he grinned, tearing his gaze from mine.
Negan stood there before grabbing his jacket and his bat, "Colin will be here to watch you, I need a god damn drink!" He chuckled opening the door and closing it behind him.
I collapsed to the floor, looking at my bloody hands, which hurt like hell.
Moments later a knock was on the door as I laid on the ground. Colin came in with a juice bottle, as he glanced at me, before closing the door.
"Rough day, Cia?" He said placing the bottle to the table as well as his rifle, laying down next to me.
I turned my face to him, nodding before looking back at the pure white ceiling. I frowned realizing what he just said, so I turned my head towards him again, as he did the same. "Cia?"
"Yup, a new nickname for you." Colin smiled letting out a tiny laugh.
"Sounds great." I smiled, looking up again. Sighing, looking at the stained popcorn ceiling that was once white. "I hope the people back at the group are okay.."
Colin sighed, nodding. "Me too."
I turned to him, as he cleared his throath, "I-I mean, my group, not yours, pff.." He said awkwardly as I this time let out a chuckle.
"Idiot, awesome but still an idiot." I said to him smiling as I sat down, crossing my legs. The more we had talked, the more I felt like his story was true. He had seemed so genuine.
Colin sat next to me crossing his legs as well, "It's nice having someone to talk to. Like someone who is probably my age, you know?"
I nodded, "I'm something about 28 I think. There hasn't been time to be on track what day is it, what year and month."
"Yeah.. I'm something about 30 maybe." Colin agreed before standing up, dusting his pants as he took his rifle and his now empty bottle. "Got to go do some errands. See you around."
"Bye." I smiled to him waving my hand as he closed the door, I guess now that he left, Negan is coming back soon.
I crawled my way to the bed, putting the covers over me as I closed my eyes, trying to catch some sleep but then I heard the door open, as the bed went down a bit, and I knew who just got next to me.
Negan.