Kaya Scodelario as Genna Sullivan


"Anybody moves, anybody says anything – cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father and then we'll start. You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry. Hell, you're all gonna be doing that."

Rick watched with a clenched jaw as Negan smugly stared down at Abraham, twirling that damned abomination, Lucille, in his hand nonchalantly. The soldier remained expressionless, staring up at the man with an unyielding defiance that seemed to coat him as though it were a second skin. Surprisingly enough, Negan seemed to notice it too because for the first time that night, his sadistic grin lowered into a thin line and the twirling in his hand ceased momentarily.

Rick had always known the burly man was a fighter, a survivor in his own right, but even he couldn't help but bask in slight awe at the challenging twinkle that entered the ginger-haired man's eyes then. It almost seems to scream, That's right you smug bastard. Kill me! I dare you! while at the same time, there's something else lingering just below the surface. It's hard to decipher, but eventually, Rick manages to catch on to Abraham's intentions.

The large man wanted Negan to focus on him, to take note of the fact he was a lion in sheep's clothing because in doing so it would entice the man more for the kill. And if Rick was right, which he knew he was, then he knew Abraham would rather die himself than let Negan's gaze wander on someone else in the group if no one peaked his interest, especially if that person was Sasha.

For a moment, a conflicted look seeps onto Negan's face, and suddenly Rick feels his whole body tense. The way Negan's dark eyes narrow, and his lips fall from their line into a frown reminds him eerily of someone. However, before Rick can contemplate his thoughts any further Negan catches his attention once more as the man shakes his head, ridding himself of his stupor. A laugh tumbles out of his lips, and it sounds both crazed and bitter and it echoes across the dense forest louder than their collective whistle did earlier.

Monster. Is all Rick can think of heatedly.

"Holy shit, Red. You made me hesitate, and let me tell you, that's one big fucking accomplishment." The leather-clad man chuckles, tightening his grip on Lucille. "For a second, that fucking look in your eyes reminded me of someone but that shit doesn't fly with me an-"

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Interrupting him in his speech, out of nowhere three rapid gunshots echo in the distance, along with the sound of yelling. Immediately, a sliver of hope courses through Rick and he can tell from the way some of the others sneak a glance at him from the corner of their eyes that they can't help but feel it too.

"What the fuck is that?" Negan asks, turning to face an unknown Savior whose right side of his face is covered largely by a grotesque burn. The Savior bristles beneath his stare, though he remains composed and answers with an even more steady, "I'll go investigate."

Quietly, he moves into the shadows, accompanied by three more men before a blaze of fire catches light in the distance. The commotion causes an uproar among the Saviors, and half of them scramble into the woods with their guns drawn after the small group as the minor explosion is followed by even more bullets.

"Who's out there? God damn it!" Negan barks, storming up to Abraham, rage contorting his face into the epitome of madness before he sends a swift kick to the soldier's stomach. Abraham let out a quiet hiss upon impact before he straightens his posture and smiles smugly. "I don't have a fucking clue, and neither do the others. Now you can take your scrawny motherfucking ass outa my face before I do something we'll both regret." He grits out as Negan clenches his hand.

Glaring, Negan changed his focus to Rick. "Well, Rick? If I find whoever decided to fuck up a shit ton on my Baby's moment to shine is a part of your bullshit excuse of a group, you better hope I'm feeling merciful because right now; you're all fucked."

Rick bit down on his tongue harshly, willing himself not to respond. Instead, he remained kneeling, focusing on the sound of gunfire in the near distance. It felt like a lifetime of them kneeling there. Each and every one of them praying that somehow whoever was causing such a ruckus had managed to defeat the entire group of Saviors before the silver of hope they felt earlier is thwarted when the gunfire suddenly ceases a couple minutes into the fight.

Whoever was attacking the Saviors, whatever ally they'd just had must have been caught, if not killed. And just like that, Maggie let out a choked sob that seems to resonate with all of them as they let the defeat sink in.

"Can someone tell me what in the fucking hell was that?" Negan snapped, glancing over his shoulder to glare at the man who'd returned. The man's face is unpleasant, and in the light of the RV's headlights, Rick took note of the splatters of blood that coat the man's shirt. "It was a lone attack, a girl. Must be in her late teens or early twenties at least." The burnt Savior reports with a small frown, stunning Rick, his group of Alexandrians and the other Saviors who hadn't entered the woods.

The burnt man takes the silence, as well as Negan's locked jaw, as a hint to continue.

"Took out Sid, Mark and the other two coming in through the East before she used a Molotov to start a fire. The fire was a ploy though because while we were distracted trying to put it out or kill a walker the light attracted she'd shoot down from the trees. It was smart, but I saw her not long after and just managed to get a hit on her. Kid's quick but not quick enough."

The whole atmosphere grows tense, and the fire Rick had seen earlier suddenly makes a reappearance in Negan's gaze. "How many dead?" His question comes out calm, but almost everyone can hear the immense rage hidden masterfully in his tone. The man's earlier description had reminded Rick of Enid at first, and at the same time, another member of their group he was certainly a long way away from them. Either way, both options weren't good and a flare of panic arose within him at the thought of either of the young women being on the opposite end of the barbed bat.

The burnt man hesitates at Negan's question, before finally, he answers. "Twelve."

Twelve deaths don't put much of a dent in the Saviour's numbers, Rick knows this, but it's the fact that he'd just gotten one-upped by one person, a kid practically, that sends the bat loving maniac into a complete hysteric.

"Bring the girl out here, now." He commands lowly, his hands beginning to tremble.

The burnt man nods before he glances over his shoulder and sends a nod to some people in the distance. The closer they approach them, the more Rick can see that the four men and women are surrounding someone as they escort her over. The person is unusually silent, their head covered by a large black bag that conceals her head from the neck up. And even though Negan may not know what she looks like, realization slaps Rick right in the face as he makes out the woman's infamous locket dangling from her neck.

In Negan's own words, they were completely fucked.

It was Gen.


A/N: Okay, so I've been absent for almost two months and when I do return it's to publish a completely different story. I know, I'm terrible. But this story has been bugging me for some time so I figured if I wrote it down I could continue with my Thor Fanfic. Anyway, I want to disclaimer here that all characters with the exception of Genna belong exclusively to Robert Kirkman, Charlie Adlard and Tony Moore.

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- Hannah