We all know where (in Finland) last nights episode ended, the 90- minute long masterpiece that got us all losing our minds. Negan smashing somebody's head. What we dont know is whose head. Is it our dear Dary Dixon? Is his "handsome- as- hell look" in danger?
I am going to write a fanfiction from that moment on. This is going to be purely from my imagination and from my pen. If you don't like it, screw it. We all have different views . Accept it or walk away. Enjoy! And sorry for any grammar mistakes. I am sure there is many. But hey, English is not my native language.
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It was chaotic. People were screaming and it was hard for them to stay still. But they knew that if they would make a little movement, they would be taken down as well. That noice, coming straight from smashing someone's head off, was sickening. Negan laughed as he enjoyed the terror. Finally he was satisfied enough to the result and stopped.
-You see that! Wow. It is hard work guys, he said and was sweating swinging Lucille like a baseball player.
- That was just a warmup. Now let's play again. This time it will be one of you, Negan said and pointed the group with Lucille, which was dripping blood. Negan started:
-Eenie...
A sharp woman's voice cut the air like a knife. The voice was strong, not shivering att all. There was a foreign accent to it.
- You leave them alone, you let them go right now! Young woman, maybe in her twenties came from the groud towards Negan. She was wearing a white dress, looking like she's from somewhere else. The whole place went quiet.
- You. Not here not now. Go on, away you go. Negan said. It was clear the woman was part of Negan's group.
- No, I won't move an inch untill you listen to me. Woman continued.
- Let's all have a silent moment for Dwight, shall we! Negan said.
- Have some respect. Negan said to the woman.
- I would not mourn over him. He was just a poor soul. Thinking too big of himself. Real world he was nothing but a puzzle in your meaningless games, woman said and continued.
- You let them all go right now.
-Or else, Negan wanted to know. She laughed a little and looked at Negan like he had asked something that was as obvious as the end of the world.
- Or else I am going to play "eenie meenie miney mo" with all you Negan's untill there's no man left standing. Untill there's no Negan left, not a single one. Young woman was pointing out each and every one of the men.
-Ooh, should I be scared, Negan just laughed it off. She was frustrated, you could tell.
-I just don't get it. We are all humans. We are all in the same shit here. And still we want an eye for an eye. Still we are killing each other's even though we should be standing for each other. We should be able to trust another human. You have lost your humanity Negan.
-I am in the middle of a thing here, don't interupt me, Negan said to the lady who just said:
-I will interupt you. You are going to listen to me now. They think you are the bad guys, which is true of course because you put men ambushing to the roads. And you think they are the bad guys because they just kill to protect themselves. I personally just don't get it.
- Of course you don't. You are just a little girl in big boys' world, Negan said like he was talking to child who does not understand it's her bedtime. The woman continued despite the interruption.
- You always say you don't negotiate. And I hate making deals. But now is the time when you negotiate and I will be making a deal. Sounds fair? Lady asked but did not wait for an answer.
- You let them go but you still want to kill someone right? You still want someone to pay. Kill me. You know you should have done that when you took me here. I have tried to escape many times. I have tried to kill you many ways and still you keep me hanging here! Why? Why do you keep that imagination gun pointing straight to my brains but you don't seem willing to pull the trigger? And don't tell me you don't do it because you are a gentleman, because you are not, you are just one son of a bitch. That was option A. The B is that you continue eenie meenie- them and I kill you. I will get my personal revenge one way or another. Option C is quite simple. I will be satisfied if you let Daryl and the woman go. They need medic. Don't kill someone who is already near death. And yes I would let the young boy go aswell. Silence landed over the place again. Members of Rick group looked confused. Who was this girl in white? How could she stand up against someone like Negan? Negan was swinging Lucille and he seemed thinking about something. He was making some odd sound with his mouth.He turned to the woman now pointing lucille towards her. He put the barb wired bat under her chin and lifted it up so he could see all the expressions in her face. She was short. She looked straight to Negan and it looked like she watched straight through him.
- If. And I really mean if I let them go I'm still going to need half of their shit. They are working for me now. Negan said, still holding lucille under the woman's chin. She was calm like nothing bad would happen.
- Grow your own garden, Negan. Negan laughed like he heard the best joke ever. He turned his back to the lady and asked:
-Are we done here or what?
- In matter of fact we are, she answered and was shocked what happened next as they all were. Gun shots fiering all around. They came somewhere from the bushes.
- What the bitch, Ambraham wondered. Negan's group was paralyzed for a second and Rick took advantage of that. He showed a sign to his fellow people and they started to grap weapons. Then men was shot down, most of Negan's went down. Daryl grapped his crossbow but did not use it. He run into the RV and kept the door open while Aaron and Moichonne helped Maggie in. Anna tried to cover her head and was thinking where would she be safe.
- Come here girl, Daryl shouted. A whistle glide in the place. Negan's men were giving up. Negan showed them to back off.
- I will be back, he said to Rick.
- We will be ready for you. Rick answered and run into the RV. It was not long when armored men came towards them with Morgan. Rick opened the car door.
- I really don't give a fuck who you are right now. I let myself think you are the good ones but we really need to get to the Hilltop. There is two who need doctor's help.
- Well then let's go, said a ginger haired man. He came behind the wheel and started the engines. Rick sighed with relief.
Carl looked at the young woman in the white dress which was by the way covered with blood.
-What are you? He asked.
- What do you mean about that? She asked.
- You just came from the crowd wearing white dress looking like you belong somewhere else and you just saved the day, are you an angel? Carl tried to explain himself. She threw her head back and laughed.
- An angel? Maybe a fallen one, she finally answered and got Daryl to smile a little even though he was clearly in pain.
-What' your name by the way? Daryl asked.
- Anna
-I'm Daryl.
-I know. You are the crossbow guy that helped Dwight. And then he screwed you. Anna said.
- You are not from here, are you? Rick asked coming from the back of the van.
- Is it that obvious? But no, I'm not.
-So, where are you from then? Carl wanted to know.
-It is a long story.
- We have all the time you need, Michonne said. She had been silent one untill now.
- I come from Finland. I know, you are wondering where? It is a small meaningless country between Russia and Sweden. I was here with my family, mom, dad and baby brother. We were bonding in the happiest place an earth, Disneyland when this acopalypse of yours started. Of course my mom and dad had to get in the middle of a fight in that chaos so they were bitten and eaten up. I got to save my brother and wanted to find my way back to Finland. Cause to be honest I thought this is just your problem and Finland would be just alright. I never got there. I run into lovely group and forgot where I was going and started living again. Then we thought it would be better just keep on moving and not stick around in one place for long. So we run into group of men calling themselves Negan. They just shot at us. I hide behind the wheel, thinking I would not be found. But then my baby brother started crying. He was taken away from me. I have no idea what happened to him. And they took me. I am surprised they did not kill me. I can't figure out why. I had plenty of food to eat, safety and a shithead as a leader. And now I'm here. I told you. It is a long story. Tried to make it a short one.
- How many walkers have you killed? Rick suddenly asked after silence.
-Walkers?
- We call those zombies walkers, Rick clarified.
- Oh. Well too many to count, said Anna.
- How many humans have you killed? Daryl asked. Anna was wondering what these questions were.
- Enough to stay alive. Why do you ask these questions? She asked for return.
There was a moment of silence. Rick and Daryl looking at each other. They nodded.
- Welcome to our group. Rick finally said.
-You know there is one question missing? Anna said.
-And what's that? Carl asked.
-Do you want to be part of any group.
-Well do you? Carl asked again. Anna turned to the people and sighed.
-Let me explain something about groups. Of course it brings you lots of benefits being part of a group but there is downsides too. One is. If you find a group that is full filled with lovely people you get too attached and forget where you were supposed to go and what you were supposed to do, as I forgot to find my way to Finland. Or! You get together whit group of mother fuckers and get yourself in deep shit. I did that too. So maybe I should take some distance to groups now, Anna said but continued:
-But yes. I will be sticking around for a while.
-Sounds good enough for me, Rick said and went back of the van checking on Maggie. Daryl looked at Anna who nodded at Rick and turned her eyes in the window, to the landscape going by behind it. He was hoping that the little while in Rick's group would change her mind about staying just a while to staying for good. That little ass-kicker woman had got his heart twisted. And then Daryl lost consciousness.
2.
Daryl was lying in a bed in one of Hilltop's room. He was getting back to life. His vision was blurry but he could see someone sitting in a chair beside him. He realised it was Anna. She was holding a mug between her hands.
- How long I've been here? Daryl said in his rusted voice.
- You scared the shit out of me, Anna laughed, it has been about 48 hours.
- How's Maggie and the others? Daryl asked and tried to to sit up but it was a bad idea.
- She is fine for now and so is the baby. Others. Well, shocked of course. Trying to figure out everything that happened and that will happen.
- I guess we all owe you, Daryl said. Anna drank from the mug and finally answered.
- You owe me shit. I don't like owing to people so I don't want them to owe me. As I said, you owe me shit.
-You curse a lot. I ain't judging but... You don't seem like a person who uses those kind of words.
- Yeah. I do. Maybe it comes with the territory of being Finnish or I am just trying to hide the fact that english is not my native language. You know. I'm just trying to survive in an odd country with an odd language. Scientist also say that if you use curse words you are verbally more talented than others, so maybe I am just intelligent. I'm gonna leave you there now. Try to get better, okay? Anna said and opened the door.
- Thanks, Daryl said.
- No worries.
Later Rick came to check on Daryl who was already sick off lying there. Rick looked away from the big window.
- It is my fault. I should not have gone for revenge, you know. Daryl said.
- No, you can't blame yourself. It is nobody's fault. If you like to blame something, blame this Goddamn world. Rick said.
Okay! I am going to wrap this one up. I am having writer's block. Hopefully I get over it cause I have few novel competitions coming my way. Maybe I will continue this. If and when white paper is not attacking me anymore.
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