Chapter 79: Unbent
Disclaimer: With the nature of what is going on, I have to warn you that this chapter contains a sensitive topic at the end. With Negan and Kat being his wife, you can only expect the things she'll have to do to...please Negan. So be aware of the abusive and sexual behaviour in this chapter. You have been warned!
KPOV
~Over a month ago~
Laid in bed, I had been asleep for at least a couple of hours since the stress of Carl being shot in the eye was slowly starting to settle. After my father and I had seen Carl's small hand clasp onto my father's.
My dad encouraged me and Daryl to get some much needed rest, opting for a session of love making and then sleep, we were wrapped under the covers, naked. Holding onto each other like our lives depended on it.
Most of the early morning we shared, I hardly slept. Only as soon as dawn arrived, did I lose myself to the need of sleep. Footsteps had faintly gone up the steps. "Kat?" I thought I had dreamed Michonne's voice calling to me.
"Kat, Carl is..." but as soon as I heard her voice, soon followed by the door opening, I jumped up and clutched the covers to my naked body. Daryl too had sat up, his eyes as abruptly open as mine were from the shock.
Michonne ducked behind the frame, her head and torso only slightly leaning in to see us. "Sorry, just wanted to say Carl's awake," Michonne apologised as I ran my hand through my hair and glanced over to Daryl.
Daryl seemed to be in a state of shock, that he didn't know what to do. He stayed far too still, that I thought he had frozen, had his chest not risen and fallen accordingly.
"Let me get dressed and I'll be right with you," I encouraged Michonne to give me time to get ready.
Getting up, I quickly slid my clothes on and had felt Daryl lean back down, to continue to rest but his eyes were still open. His head leaning against the headboard as he picked at the skin on his nail. "Take your time!" I heard Michonne say once she shut the door behind her.
"No hurry, whatsoever," I thought I heard her mutter and hold back a laugh.
Once I was dressed, I felt bad that myself and Daryl got put on the spot like this. Although, I didn't regret anything that we had done. Sitting back onto the bed, I gently took his face and placed a single, slow kiss to his lips before I rest my forehead onto his.
This was my way of telling him, I had no regrets. That what happened, was good and something I felt we both needed after dodging our emotions for so long. Getting up, I left him to rest and exited the room.
Closing the door behind me, I was met by Michonne and felt my cheeks heat up from the embarrassment. "Sorry," I apologised to her.
Michonne's eyes were glued to me as I couldn't look at her. "Don't need to apologise," Michonne reassured me there was no harm in what she just saw. "Does this mean you're official now?" she asked me.
Meeting her gaze, I threw her a look and scoffed. "If that did give the clear sign that we are, then I don't know what else could prove it," I commented on the whole situation myself as an answer.
Michonne hummed beside me as we began making our way down the hall, to the stairs as we walked side by side. "A baby might do the trick," Michonne suggested playfully.
Letting out a snicker, I shoved her playfully ahead of me. "Come on," I ordered her, brushing off her jokes and smiled. "Let's go see my brother," I was eager to see how he was. He was awake, that's all I knew.
PRESENT DAY...KPOV
Approaching the building, Negan had lead me through halls, through stairwells and eventually, more halls. Stopping in front of a red door, Negan waited for one of his men to open the door for him. Letting him step in as I followed shortly, the rest of his men either following after me or staying outside the door.
"Welcome!" Negan boomed as he rose an arm to the welcome me to a room. It was small but packed with things. A kitchen, a bed, an arm chair and a small wardrobe, along with small chests of drawers and bookshelves.
All the things a single person would want, if they didn't have a family to return to. "To your new castle, one of my many queens," Negan announced as he slowly turned and faced me. "Now, you should settle in and get some rest," he encouraged me to relax in my new room.
A few steps was all it took for him to be right in front of me. "Today has been a really long day," Negan wasn't wrong there. "I'll have one of my men bring you your dress tomorrow mornin', bright and early," Negan informed me as a small smirk formed along his lips and he stared me down.
Hearing this, I didn't understand why I was in need of a dress, when I already had my clothes and a wardrobe probably full of clothes. "A dress?" I wondered why it was the one specific item of clothing.
Negan slowed his step closer to me, stopping just in front of me as he glanced behind me. He was so close, I could feel his breath fan my face, his tall frame towering over me. "Was I speaking in another language?" Negan glanced behind me, to one of his men.
"I can't seem to figure out why Katherine here didn't understand me just now," Negan commented on me questioning him just now. "Fat Joey, maybe you can give me a little clarity," Negan's voice lightened when he encouraged his man to answer his question.
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw this guy stay close behind me, like he was just the third wheel while the others watched on outside. "No sir," Joey answered Negan in a calm tone.
Negan's eyes glanced at me from the sides. "I didn't think so," Negan spoke with slow confidence. "And I sure as shit didn't stutter either," Negan hadn't appreciated my question.
His body was far too close to mine for comfort but I stayed strong. I stood tall and didn't flinch. How his eyes studied mine, like he was waiting for me to say something, I didn't look away, I held his gaze. And Negan was very amused by my stance against him.
"Yes, a dress," Negan answered me finally. "All my wives wear one," he explained. "When you put that dress on and everyone sees you in it, they'll know you're mine," Negan was saying that this was a visible way of staking a claim on the women who wanted his protection.
What a masochist. "No one will dare touch you while you're wearin' it," Negan thought this would give me comfort as he said it with a smile.
Suddenly, loud feet approached, footfalls indicating it was a good group of men approaching. "Negan, there's something you need to see," a voice I recognised said from behind me.
Negan's eyes darted between me and the man behind me. A little chuckle left Negan as he brushed past me. "Simon," Negan greeted the one who spoke.
Turning and taking a step back, my arms came up to cross over my chest. "You remember Simon, right?" Negan asked me but I kept my eyes hard on them. Negan's hand was on Simon's shoulder, shaking him a little before he let out a chuckle.
It was amused, possibly because I was hard in my gaze at them. "What can be so important that I need to leave my new wife alone?" Negan then gestured to me as he turned to look at his right hand man.
Simon leaned in to whisper something into Negan's ear. When he was done, he pulled back and glanced over to me. Negan's eyes soon followed Simon's gaze after. Negan had leaned in to hear more closely, blocking me from finding out their secrets.
"Duly noted," Negan understood the importance of his presence for whatever Negan needed to do. "Seems to me, my dear...that duty calls," Negan apologised while Simon took a few steps back.
Negan's smile would only widen each time he looked at me. He probably thought I was a prize to him now. "Get some rest and Davey here, will take care of you while I'm away," Negan gestured to the disgusting pervert who also threatened my brother earlier.
His eyes went to Davey and then back to me. He stepped a little, to glance between myself and my 'guardian'. "I'll send Arat here to take your measurements for your dress later," Negan continued giving me announcement after announcements.
"But until then, ta-ta," Negan would clench and un-clench a hand before he left the room, whistling with the bat resting on his shoulder, while the others left us alone, following after their leader as I was stuck with Davey.
Looking over to Davey, he appeared to be as unhappy as I was he was playing guard duty to me. Be smart Kat. Be smart.
CPOV
Finding out what happened, I had left Judith in the care of Gabriel as I went to look for my father. I needed answers and I needed to know what happened. I needed to hear him say it wasn't true. Rushing into the house, I found dad cleaning up the mess the Saviors had left our house in.
"You let Kat go with them?" I asked him, storming in angrily as I went to confront him.
Dad was putting books back where they were, along with other things that had been tossed all along the floor. "That wasn't up to me," dad told me with a soft sigh.
Glaring, I was trembling and my hands were clenched into fists at the news it was true. "Yes, it was," I disagreed with him. "You let her go and you didn't do anything to stop it," I argued, blaming him for them taking my sister.
"I wanted to bring Daryl back, Negan wouldn't have it and Daryl was too afraid," dad was trying to give good reasons for Kat leaving. "Kat, she made this choice by herself," dad turned to look at me, stopping what he was doing to talk to me.
"Was that part of the plan?" I asked, squinting at him and feeling my blood boil. "Letting Kat go like that?" I wondered if he planned for her to sacrifice herself up like she did with the Governor.
Dad stood up and held a book in his grasp. "No," dad answered me, revealing that both times, this had all been Kat's idea. "I don't know what she's up to," he told me with complete honesty.
"Then why did you let her go?" I asked, hurt that he'd let them take her like it was nothing. She's supposed to be here, with us.
Sensing my father was tired of us arguing for the day, after all that happened, he rubbed at his eyes and temples. "Carl, I'm tired," dad said as he looked up at me. "It's been a long day," that much, was true.
Shaking my head, I hated that he was brushing it off, pushing it all to one side. Leaving him there, all it took was two steps out the door for dad to make me stop. "For the record, I never wanted any of this to happen. Any of it," this was my dad's form of apology.
Looking at him from over my shoulder, he was watching me leave and waited for my response. "Hate to break it to you dad, but..." I drifted as I spoke.
The anger was too great and I hated that Kat just took off like she did. Just like that time with the Governor. "It's too late to go back now," I broke the news to him hard. We can't get back what we lost now.
KPOV
After Arat had checked my measurements, asking me my usual size and making sure I was telling her the truth, she left. The rest of the night, I had forced myself to eat, even if I didn't want to. I have to gain strength for what's about to happen.
As the darkness of the night took over, I had fallen asleep after many hours of simply laying down. Overthinking everything, trying to get comfortable but finding it all too difficult for me to do anything.
I had caught some hours of sleep but it wasn't enough. And soon enough, I felt my stomach churn, the nerves possibly getting the best of me. I ran to the communal toilet that we shared and curled over the toilet bowl.
Puking out all of the food I had last night and yesterday, I had missed the gentle caresses of my father, the way he pulled my hair back, how he soothed me. All of it. Forcing myself to lean against the wall, I sat myself on the floor and took deep breaths.
Relaxing myself, I had thrown up a few more times, wiping my face each time after and eventually, cleaned my hands, my face. The sweat pouring off of me from the force of me being sick, was something that shook my whole body.
I really am not okay. When I moved to leave the bathroom, feeling like maybe, I had finally stopped being sick at stupid early hours of the morning, I came face to face with none other than Fat Joey.
The way he looked at me, made me suspect he wouldn't be the only one to know I was sick. He's going to tell Negan.
Perhaps it was the nerves of knowing this, that I had to rush to the bathroom one last time and let out all I had left in my stomach into the toilet bowl.
RPOV
Since Kat left with Negan, since everything happened with Negan, I had to find more supplies and soon. Negan's word, couldn't be trusted and with no idea when the Saviors could show up, I had to be careful. I had to have something, or it could cost lives and it could cost Kat her safety.
With Kat being gone, Carl had become harsh with me, angry. I understood his anger but I didn't decide it for her. Discussing with Aaron and Michonne the plan we had for scavenging, I had gone to pitch the idea to Carl.
I felt Carl needed some time away from this mess, away from everyone and survive out there with us. To get things with us. He needs to stop thinking about Kat. About Negan. And Daryl. About Glenn and Abraham. "You should come with us," I encouraged him to come after pitching the idea.
Carl though, he didn't care for it as he was throwing darts, trying to practice his aim, now that he couldn't practice with guns anymore. "Someone's got to be here for Judith," Carl argued back at me.
I knew others could look after her while we were gone. "There's people who want to help. We'll only be gone a few days at the most," I tried to soothe his mind on what he felt he was responsible for.
With Kat gone, he was putting all Judith duties on his shoulders. "We need supplies. They're gonna be coming back soon," I explained the importance of this trip to him.
Carl had stopped throwing darts but still kept his back on me. "Is this how it's gonna be now?" Carl questioned me.
"Yes," I answered firmly, I didn't have time to argue with him or the patience. Just because his sister left, to protect us, doesn't mean he can be an asshole to me. Sighing, I knew I needed to calm my temper. "It is. You know that," I answered him again softly.
After the final few darts had been thrown and it didn't land on the board but back into the wooden door, Carl approached the darts to pluck them out from the door. "See you in a few days," Carl gave me his final answer.
Turning to Aaron, I didn't want to argue with my son any longer. "We should get going," I told Aaron as I stepped around him to leave Carl's room.
Aaron looked to me as I went past him. "He'll come around," Aaron reassured me about my son. "I'll, uh, meet you downstairs," Aaron said as he followed behind me to the hall.
Nodding to him, I waited for Michonne to follow us after. Michonne wasn't up for the search either. "You change your mind...we're headed north," I informed her as I handed her a walkie she could use to get in contact with us.
Michonne carefully took the walkie from my grasp. "Good luck," Michonne wished me.
Nodding, I knew Michonne had been feeling as distant towards me as I was being with her. She's starting to hate me, just like Carl is. "Yeah," I nodded my response. "I'll see you soon," I went to kiss Michonne on the cheek.
Taking my face in her hand, she guided me back and leaned in to press a slow, passionate kiss upon my soft brims. Letting the kiss last, I knew Michonne was trying to be there for us. Trying to remind me of what we felt for each other.
Pulling back, I had held her close all throughout the kiss. My forehead rest against hers as her hand ran down to caress my arm. She's trying to give me strength. To give me courage.
"Thank you," I appreciated that she at least wanted to stay, if not for Carl, then at least for Judith. I appreciated that she was trying to accept this, just the same way I did. Leaving Michonne, I headed downstairs and met with Aaron, ready to go on our trip.
CPOV
After breakfast, I had stayed sat at the table but turned to face Michonne, who was getting herself ready to leave. "Why didn't you go with my dad?" I asked her why she decided to only leave now.
Michonne picked up her sword and walked past me. "I have to figure some things out," Michonne answered me vaguely.
"What is there to figure out?" I was curious to find out more as I followed her into the kitchen.
Michonne let out a soft sigh. "How we can do this," Michonne told me. "If we can," Michonne added as she began putting things into the bag, such as the walkie my dad gave her and some pieces of food.
Is she talking about Negan? "We can't," I answered for her already. "No, not like this," I was sure that us working seperately wasn't how we could stand against Negan.
My dad wanted to work for Negan, while Kat had been acting like his wife. That in itself, should of moved my father to fight against him. "Your dad thinks differently," Michonne told me something I already knew.
Slipping in some water bottles, I could tell Michonne was going to be away for a few hours or days at most. "And he's wrong. You know it," I argued with her.
Packing up, she walked past me again. "Even if I think he is..." Michonne paused in her sentence. "I don't know," she finally finished it as she looked to me. "Change your bandage later, and be nice to Olivia," Michonne's last words of advice were as she left me home alone.
Turning to look out the window, what I saw next, was a shock to me and forced me to run out the house. What is she doing?
KPOV
Returning to my room, I had seen that Fat Joey was gone and that no one was watching me anymore. Or so I had lead myself to believe. Strolling back to my room, I had seen a dress neatly folded on my arm chair. The dress was black, with no details on it and the fabric itself would clung to my curves.
Hearing a knock on the door, I left the dress where it was and approached the door. As I opened it, I was faced with the devil himself. "Katherine..." Negan purred my name in a way that made my skin crawl.
"Good morning my lovely wife," Negan spoke proudly as he looked inside my room. "Mind if I come in?" he asked of me. Moving to one side, I gave him space to come in and watched as Fat Joey followed in after him.
Whistling while he glanced around me room, he then noticed the dress still laid out on the bed. "Wait a minute, why aren't you wearing your lovely new dress I picked out for you?" Negan asked me, turning as his feet echoed in my room.
"Are you trying to offend my kind gesture?" Negan questioned me in a slightly offended tone.
His hand over his heart, he marched over to me as I stood by the door. "No, I just..." I could hardly look him in the eyes as he was already trying to intimidate me so early in the morning.
Sighing, I raised my head and looked him straight in the eyes, letting myself gain strength from my own spirit. "I'm trying to get used to this place, that's all," I answered him falsely.
I wasn't ready to be his wife and I needed to buy myself time before the torture could start. "'This place' is your home now. So start acting like it is one," Negan growled at me as his eyes were hard, glaring at me as his features were as stern as his words.
Not looking away from him, I didn't flinch or show him any signs of breaking to him. His eyes looked into mine, holding my gaze as his features softened from the amusement.
"But," Negan exaggerated the word as he took a few steps away from me and deeper into my room. "I will give you the benefit of the doubt...it takes time to adjust to a life as great as the one you're going to have. To the family you're now a part of," Negan listed all the great things about this life I was forced to live now.
I got myself into this. I need to be strong and smart about it. "Now, one of my guys says they heard you puking your guts out this morning. So I took it upon myself to make an appointment for you to meet with Dr Carson and give you a regular check up," Negan told me of the plans he had from me.
Glancing to Fat Joey, I knew it could have been him who told Negan I was sick this morning. "See? I can be a stand up guy. Look after you, make you feel pretty, give you a room all to yourself and I even help look after your own health," Negan pointed out all the great qualities he had.
I never wanted to roll my eyes so hard at his words. "Davey here, he'll escort you to our doctor's office," Negan announced as he pointed to the guy with his bat.
None of his men flinched to him anymore. I bet they weren't always like this. "I do hope my new wife isn't sick. Having one of those, costs more and to sit back and watch you die..." Negan drifted off as he approached me slowly.
Stopping right in front of me, he kept his bat on his shoulder and leaned in to speak to me. "Well...I might as well let you do that around family," Negan threatened to take me back and stared directly into my eyes.
There was a sinister way he looked at me just through his eyes, that he was pleased with the thought of giving my father more to suffer with. "Please," I pleaded with him. "Don't," my tone was soft with him.
I couldn't risk him sending me away after everything. "I'm fine. I'm not normally like this," I reassured him I was well that it was only happening recently because of all the stress I had been going through.
Especially since Glenn and Abraham's death. Most days, I was tired, feeling queasy and I assumed it was just the memory of it all, the stress and the fact I was missing Daryl.
Negan licked along the bottom of his teeth and let out a chuckle. "I'll let the professional be the judge of that," Negan declared my statement as false until proven right.
CPOV
Watching Enid from the living room, I had seen she was climbing up the side of the wall again. Running to her, I needed to know just what her plan was. "Enid," I called to her, she was only just starting to climb.
"I need to see Maggie," Enid was already explaining herself to me.
Stunned to hear she was going to visit Maggie, it must of been because she felt like she owed her after everything that happened between them and Glenn. "You're walking to the Hilltop?" I asked her. "It's far," I warned her.
Enid began climbing and hardly looked around at me. "I'll be fine," she reassured me she could handle herself out there.
Watching her, she had been concentrating on where every foot went. "Maybe," I half agreed with her.
"I'll be fine," Enid was getting irritated by my concern for her safety. "I have better aim than you," she threw at me her harsh words.
Looking down, since I lost my eye, I had been working hard at getting used to aiming with one eye, at getting used to fighting and surviving with only one eye. Exhales deeply, Enid had turned her body to look at me.
"I didn't mean it that way," Enid had apologised slightly.
But I understood she didn't mean to hurt me with her words. She had only been making a statement. "I'm not saving you anymore," I called up to her.
Sighing, I could tell she must have rolled her eyes at me. "That's what happened in the armoury? You saved me?" Enid questioned me, remembering the day we went to help Maggie but got surrounded by Saviors instead.
Enid had been talking about the day Abraham and Glenn died. "Yeah," I answered her.
"You made it back in one piece. You're still here," Enid argued back at me.
Although, that wasn't how I had saved her. I saved her from seeing something as awful as that. "I'm not talking about that," I told her honestly but I could hardly look up at her.
Enid had stopped climbing and turned to look down at me. "I'm sorry you had to see it," Enid apologised to me once she realised what I had meant.
Looking up at her, I shook my head. "I'm not," I told her. Letting her climb, I decided it best to just let her go, the same way that at the end of the day, I had to let Kat go. I had to see that. It was the only way...
KPOV
Walking through halls, I had been forced to walk ahead, listening to directions from Davey as he guided me to a door that was shut. Opening the door, the guy shoved me to go forward. "Move," Davey ordered, forcing me to step into the office.
Empty it was, with only another door at the opposite side of the room, a cabinet storing all kinds of medicines stood as the most central thing, had the man not had a table and a high examining chair.
"Welcome, Miss Grimes," the doctor greeted me professionally. "Please, sit," he encouraged me to take a seat as he gestured to it. Hearing the door shut behind me, I glanced behind me to see the guy had shut the door behind us.
Walking deeper into the room, I took a seat on the examining table and glanced to the doctor that had his hands in his pockets. "I've heard you've been nauseous," Dr Carson stated what everyone knew by now.
Glancing around, I looked for anything, any tool I could possibly steal later and use against Negan. Something he would of never suspected. Something sharp. The only thing that was sharp, was a pair of scissors and a scalpel that he stored away in a drawer.
"I've been like this for a few days now," I informed the doctor honestly. It happened far before yesterday, only my father noticed it yesterday because he was awake before I was.
Truthfully, I wasn't all too worried because I knew I was already dealing with far too much for myself to handle alone. "Did you eat something bad? Is there anything you're allergic to?" the doctor began to interrogate me.
Knowing my body and how I worked, I didn't believe I was allergic to the same foods I had eaten. And food that was bad, could only have been given to me here. "Not to my knowledge," I answered him transparently.
Nodding, the conversation seemed so simple between us, even if he had been professional about it. "And your sleeping schedule? How is that?" Dr Carson asked the most frequent question back home.
"Not been sleeping much and when I do, I always feel tired," I answered him truthfully. It was like my body wouldn't let me catch a break. "When I eat, sometimes it just doesn't stay down and honestly, I just think its my nerves getting the best of me," I gave him all the information he needed.
My answer only seemed to intrigue the doctor. "How tired would you say you feel? On a scale of 1 to 10?" Dr Carson continued to ask me questions.
Thinking over my answer, even if I had been going out there, looking for a way in here, I had been so tired. Nights were long and even if I slept, I didn't have the energy I once had to keep fighting. "A thousand times a thousand," I gave the doctor a straight answer.
Not finding what I said funny, he took it far too seriously. "And the food you've been ingesting," the doctor was moving on to our next topic of discussion. "Do you normally react this way when you eat it?" he asked of me.
"Never," I shook my head. Never had I been this sick for so long and never did I ever not keep down my food.
If anything, I never had enough food to eat and it always sat like a huge whole in my stomach still needed filling. Lately, I just couldn't keep everything down. The doctor gave me a strange side eye as he lowered his gaze.
I assumed the next topic wasn't going to be one either of us liked. "Have you been sexually active lately?" the doctor asked me hesitantly.
Blinking, I realised what he'd been asking of me. "You-" I quickly realised what he was insinuating. "I haven't slept with anyone in a good long while," I answered him truthfully. Last time myself and Daryl had sex, was the day before I got kidnapped by Paula and her group.
"My apologies before hand but...how late are you Miss Grimes?" the doctor was concerned to know more about my body, about the things that should have been regular.
Trying hard to think, I hadn't really been keeping up with my body but I had a rough estimate. "A couple of weeks but...I've been under a lot of stress lately and hardly eating as much," I gave my excuses as to why it must not have come.
"With deaths, with kidnappings and other things going on, I just haven't had a chance to calm my nerves," I explained further, a pleading and terrified look in my eyes. Could I be?
Without thinking, my hand went over my stomach, protectively holding it without me even realising. All while I tried to think up every logical explanation, I thought I had it all figured out.
The doctor had turned his back to me and moved to the cabinet, taking out a box, inside it, was another that held an important stick within it. "You're going to have to take one of these tests Miss Grimes..." the doctor held it out for me.
Carefully taking the small stick, I got to my feet and wondered just where I'd do this test. "The restroom is just to your left," the doctor informed me. Going to the door, I opened it and stepped in to see a little toilet with a sink in it.
"With the door open," the doctor spoke up when I went to close the door. Keeping it open, the doctor took out some gloves and stood by the door. Politely he looked away but I knew he could see me from his peripheral vision.
Standing straight, he put his gloves on and stood with his hands overlapping each other while he would patiently wait for me. "You can hand me the test once you've finished," Dr Carson instructed.
CPOV
The more I stayed in Alexandria, without my dad, without Kat, the more I realised things were getting more and more insane without them here. Michonne being gone too, my mind was running wild. I need to get Kat and Daryl back. I need to kill Negan. I need to find where he lives.
Deciding to take a car, I drove in the direction of Alexandria and saw Enid had taken a bike, until a walker approached her. Using the car, I ran straight into it, knocking it to roll over my roof and off to the other side. The tires would screech and squeal as I came to a crashing halt.
Then, I saw the walker returning to its feet again, so I backed up and smashed it into a post. Rolling the window down, Enid approached my side of the car. "What are you doing here?" Enid asked me.
Shrugging my shoulders, I wasn't going to tell her the complete truth. "Felt like a drive," I gave her my partially honest answer.
KPOV
Sitting for the longest few minutes of my life, I had been staring at the wall blankly, thinking about what the possibility would be that I was pregnant. It felt unreal to me but so very possible at the same time.
Daryl and I couldn't use protection, there weren't any at our disposal and even if we had, there was no time for us to deal with them. "Results are positive," the doctor announced, forcing me to blink back to reality.
Taking the pregnancy test just as I looked at it, I saw the huge red plus sign and felt my heart beat faster. Putting the test in the box, the doctor then removed his gloves and went to the trash can. "I must report back to Negan and inform him that he is not the father. But he himself will make the assumption once he hears the news," the doctor was willing to put me in danger to keep a good relationship with his leader.
This was something I wouldn't and couldn't allow. Without thinking, I had to do what I had to in order to protect myself and my unborn child. Grabbing the scissors from the table, it clattered a little as I grabbed the doctor and held his torso in a choke hold against the wall.
Scissors pressing into his neck, I glared up at him and clasped my hand over his mouth. My words left in whispers. "Shh," I tried to silence him as I was in defence mode. "Don't make a sound, or I will make a reason for you to scream," I threatened him.
Suddenly a knock on the door had me panting, my eyes didn't leave the doctor. As long as no one comes in, I was safe. "Doc?" Davey's voice called to us. "Everything alright?" he asked the doctor.
Perhaps it did sound a little like a struggle but it could also be many things. I can't have him blowing my cover. "Tell him anything you want, just not the truth," I whispered menacingly to him. "Try and give him any kind of signal, I'll know and I won't hesitate to take you down with me," I warned him that I wasn't as dumb as others around here might have thought.
There was nothing stopping me from protecting myself and my unborn child. "Do you understand?" I asked him, my voice a whisper, as I couldn't risk Davey hearing us. "I've killed bigger men with far less than a pair of scissors," this was a fact I was telling him.
Glaring into the doctor's eyes, he was terrified of me, trembling and his hands at either side of him. "Nod if you understand," I ordered of him as I squinted at him.
When the doctor didn't nod, I began digging the scissors deeper, knowing it would cut his throat just enough to make blood be drawn from him. He doesn't want to mess with me now...
CPOV
Seeing as the car got busted, from the hits it took of me trying to take down the one walker, we decided it best to just walk the rest of the way to the Hilltop together. "Not sorry you saw it?" Enid asked me, a good distance between us as we walked along the sides between the yellow lines.
Knowing she would ask me at some point, I kept my head down at the memories that flooded back to me. "Yeah," I drifted a little, thinking over my choice of words again. "I watched it. Both times. I didn't look away," I told her.
"Why?" Enid was curious to know why I didn't look away. Some of us, like myself and Kat, we couldn't.
Maybe Kat is there, trying to plan out her revenge. "Because, when it was happening, I knew that I needed to remember it," I answered her. "So when I had the chance to kill him, I wouldn't have a choice," this was the main reason why I had to watch their deaths.
"I think I'd kill him, too," Enid said darkly. Looking at her, stunned, I didn't expect that to come out from her. "It's messed up, but...that's how it is," she brushed it off.
She looked ahead again. "You do things for the ones you love," Enid stated a simple fact. Just like I want to do this for Kat too. He has her and Daryl. I can't sit back and let that happen. "Loved," Enid corrected herself.
I knew she was talking about Glenn more than anything. Glenn, Kat and Enid had gone through quite the journey together. "It's not for them," I said to Enid and hoped she didn't understand what that meant. "I'm sorry I locked you in the armoury," I apologised as I looked to her.
"I didn't need to see it," Enid quickly gave a valid reason for my actions. "We don't even know if she's okay," Enid was referring to Maggie.
Something in me, told me she was alive and well. "We'll get there," I assured her that we'd soon find out.
"Yeah," Enid agreed with me abruptly before kicking a pine cone out of her path.
KPOV
Glaring at the doctor, my body was firm and when he did try to fight against me, I was stronger. My defence mode was far too strong now that I had more than myself to think about. And I think the doctor could see the murderous look in my eyes.
"Doc?" Davey knocked on the door again. "What's going on?" Davey asked.
How the scissors were digging into him, I knew they were going to cause a cut on his skin and possibly a faint scar. Tired of my hand covering his mouth and the scissors making him uncomfortable, he nodded.
That's all I needed. Carefully, I let go of his mouth. "I'm fine," Dr Carson called to Davey as calmly as he could and loudly so he could be heard. "Just dropped all my tools," he lied.
Davey sighed behind the door. "Pick it up and finish," Davey ordered. "You've got more patients waiting," the disgusting Savior spoke over to the doctor. "Chop chop!" the way they spoke to each other, was sometimes disgusting.
I would never talk to anyone like this back home. "If you report any of this back to Negan, I'll know and I'll kill you," I warned him softly once I heard footsteps move away from the door.
My voice wasn't as loud as before but it was a little above a whisper. "Negan's not someone you should be afraid of, you should be more afraid of me," I gave him my opinion.
"I was a threat without being pregnant, now that I have a reason to keep fighting..." I stated all my facts as I glared up at him. "Do you really doubt what I'm capable of doing to protect my child?" I quizzed him to see if he could figure this out by himself.
Swallowing hard, he raised his hands in surrender. "I don't doubt your capabilities Miss Grimes," the doctor answered me.
Twisting the scissor a little, I was making sure he really did understand. "Hand it over," I ordered, waiting for him to offer up the pregnancy test in the box.
Removing the test from his grasp, I carefully removed the scissors from his neck and went to tuck the test behind my back, underneath my shirt and near my pants. Going to his cabinet, I used a spray to clean his scissors for him and remove all trace of blood from the struggle we just had.
Glaring at the scissors darkly, I wasn't in the mood to be messed with when it came to my unborn child and news only I could give out when I was ready. Once it was clean. I took a band aid and tucked it into my pocket.
"Negan finds out when I'm good and ready," I made this clear to the doctor.
Dabbing his fingers to his neck, he saw the blood that had poured lightly from the cut I made. "I still need to give Negan a report on your visit," Dr Carson tried to put an obstacle in our way.
Placing the scissors in his pocket, I pat it there and looked up at him with darkness in my eyes. "Figure it out," I spoke coolly. "You're the doctor," I reminded him as I took the band aid from my pocket. Taking his hand, I slapped the band aid into his hand.
"Patch yourself up," I encouraged him as I got in close to him, intimidating him. He did seem a little afraid from me as he held his breath and stayed deadly still.
Leaving the doctor to his clients, I went back to my room and luckily didn't have Davey touch the test box on my back or follow me into my room. My shirt had been long enough to cover the tank top that was tucked into my pants. The shirt itself, was loose and relaxed on my frame. Hiding the test somewhere no one would find it, within my confined living space, I had a lot I needed to think about thereafter.
CPOV
Enid had been walking ahead for a while, I stayed behind because I knew she needed her space, to think and to be alone for a few minutes. Enid had been crying, that much I could tell and I hated that she was sad.
Finding a bag, I searched inside and found something I never expected I'd find. "Enid," I called to Enid. "Stop," I shouted before she came over. There were two sets of roller-skates. Using them, we could get to the Hilltop a little faster and while having fun.
Rolling around, Enid was laughing again, she looked happy and alive. We're kids. It's what we're supposed to do. Trying my best to keep up, I wasn't as good as her at this. Kat used to be good at this. She tried to teach me but I wasn't that good at it.
Almost falling, Enid held her hand out for me and I caught it in time. She had helped me get my balance back, asking me if I was okay. I reassured her I was fine and tried to get back beside her, rather than rolling around in front of her.
Hand in hand, I was the once to lace our fingers and smiled at her. We rolled down the highway and with huge smiles on our faces. This is how we should feel. Free. Careless. And with no worries of who would kill us tomorrow.
KPOV
Sitting in my room, I had felt far too warm, thinking about everything, it was making me break a sweat. I'm pregnant...my thoughts were going crazy at the idea of becoming a mother. A mother and that the father had no idea this was happening.
On top of that, if any word came of this, I knew Daryl and myself could die if Negan found out. "Knock knock," think of the devil and he shall appear. Getting up from my seat on the end of the bed, I opened the door and found Negan opposite it.
Giving him space to enter, I saw Davey, Fat Joey and another guy enter behind him. "Katherine," Negan greeted me cheerily. "I see you're still not wearin' that lovely new dress I picked out, just for you," Negan's eyes now automatically would glance to the fabric sat on the chair.
Turning to face me, he smirked and raised his brows at me. "Why?" he asked me yet again. He must be getting tired of asking this question.
Staring into his eyes, I briefly lowered my gaze and tried to find an excuse but decided for the first one. "I'm still getting used to living here," I gave him the same answer from before.
"My patience, is wearin' real thin, Katherine..." Negan began to slowly approach me. "I might even have to say you're testing it a little," he leaned in to whisper at me. Lifting my gaze to look at him, I didn't fear him, not even with the new information I had retained today.
Negan's smirk slowly shifted as he chuckled and rubbed his fingers against his facial hair. "I need a word with my wife, alone," Negan announced to the others but no one moved. "Leave," he ordered a little more firmly.
"But you and you, stand behind the door. Close it as you leave," Negan pointed at them using his bat. As soon as the door was shut, Negan went to my kitchen.
Taking out a bottle of beer that had been stored there, possibly from the previous owner, Negan popped it open. "I had a conversation with Doctor Carson, it was in regards to your health..." Negan said, his back to me.
Feeling myself tense up on the spot, I was ready to fight him, should he try something to kill me. "Turns out it's just the mild case of the nervous shakes," Negan announced as he raised the beer, like this was good news.
A sense of relief flooded through me. "Haven't been taking care of myself lately. I haven't been sleeping or eating a lot recently," I agreed with him, even if it was a lie.
Bringing the bottle to his lips, he took a slow drink from it. "I can understand why you're so nervous. I mean, you lost two close friends in one night, Daryl comes to live with me. And the constant threat of someone dyin' on your mind, over and over again..." Negan would of won gold for 'man who can talk until your ears bleed' award in the Olympics if it still existed.
"I'm sure it'll make any woman sick with worry," Negan tried to sympathise. "But you see...what I don't get is-..." he hesitated as he got closer to me and took a few more sips of the bottle before placing it to the side.
His body close to mine, his eyes stared me down and his lips rolled to savour the beer he just downed. "You're the one who signed up to be here, you asked me to marry you and so I got to ask yet again..." Negan's eyes became dark.
"Why aren't you really wearing the dress, Katherine?" he saw through my lies when it came to the dress.
I've said it far too many times before to him. It wasn't believable anymore. "I have a request," I answered him.
Licking the bottom of his teeth, Negan let out a little scoff. "Oh-ho-ho no," Negan rejected it almost instantly. "We already made the deal Katherine. My word to protect your family from the wrath of Lucille, in exchange for you and everything you have to offer me. That, was the deal," his face hardened as he reminded me of our arrangement.
His voice had been dark but I couldn't argue while he was mean this way. "Please, it's a very small request," I was reassuring him that it wasn't as big as he might of thought it to be.
But to me, it would be a huge request. "Only I can be the judge of that," Negan glared at me darkly.
Keeping my eyes on his, I kept still and didn't show him any fear or hesitancy. "Let me talk to Daryl-" I requested and just as he went to argue, I stopped him. "Only once and you'll have me, completely to yourself in every way," I pleaded with him.
Negan's eyes squinted down at me. "You know, Dwighty boy told me about how you two met. How you took full control of the conversation," Negan revealed to me and I dreaded what this story was going to consist of.
"Said you had a sass about you...a strength," Negan noted to me what I already knew about myself. "Says that he saw you hack one of my men's head's clean off with just a machete," Negan spoke about that day with amusement glimmering in his eyes.
He shifted a little to lean back. "Now that, is brutal and may I say badass story," Negan exclaimed with a hint of him being impressed by what I was capable of.
Taking a step closer, it was like Negan was studying me really carefully as his eyes squinted down at me. "But now that I look at you, stood here before me, wantin' to be my wife and begging me to let you talk to good ol' Daryl..." Negan began commenting on me now.
Trying to make a comparison was useless. "It makes me doubt that you are actually capable of doing such a thing as hack a guy's head off using only a machete," Negan repeated the same words again.
He then pointed a finger at my face. "Then again, your father was the same man who took down a whole outpost, leading a large group of your people to kill my men and most of them died in their sleep," Negan reminded me of the same night I had killed a small group of his Saviors too.
Little does he know...I knew if he found out, he definitely wouldn't trust me. "Now tell me, why should I accept your request?" Negan asked me as he kept a good distance between us.
Lowering my head, I licked my lips and slowly came closer to him. "I'm a woman, capable of anything Negan..." I spoke slowly, doing my best to seduce him.
"And you can witness everything I can do...first hand, for yourself..." I placed my hands on his chest, letting my fingers rub along the fabric of his leather jacket. When my eyes met up at his, he had been staring me down with parted lips.
It was like he couldn't keep his eyes away from me. Leaning up, I brought my lips over his and let them explore his mouth. All it took was a kiss and he was hooked. When I pulled back, I let my lips part from his, creating a soft suction sound between us.
When my eyes met with his again, now that he was cast under a spell, I only hoped I could manipulate him into letting me have my request granted. "But only, if you grant me that one request. Let me talk to Daryl," I spoke a little firmly.
Negan's eyes stared me down, holding my gaze as a slow smirk grew on his face. "10 minutes," was the only time Negan was giving me with Daryl. "And don't keep me waiting," Negan warned me.
CPOV
As we got closer to the Hilltop, I heard commotion outside its walls and found myself grasping at my knife. Getting through the parting of trees, we came across a group of Saviors getting into their loaded trucks.
Instantly, I spotted Simon, who was Negan's right hand man walking over to the truck with a huge smile on his face. Enid stopped beside me and looked around too. "I don't think Negan's here. I don't see that black truck," I remembered the same truck Kat had disappeared into with Negan.
My eye was glued to the Saviors who were loading up the last few crates into their trucks. "You weren't taking a drive. You weren't coming to get me," Enid spoke up, finally realising what I was set out to do. I had hoped the Saviors would be collecting from the Hilltop.
My original plan was to wait until they got here and leave with them. Now that they were here, I knew I could sneak onto the back of the truck if they didn't catch me.
Meeting her gaze slowly, I began shaking my head. "I can't let them get away with this. You know I can't," I tried to re-explain it to her.
"I know," Enid proved to me that she understood.
Looking back to the trucks, the Saviors went back inside briefly to get more stuff and come back out, putting more and more into the trucks. "Come with me. You want to kill them, too. We can do it," I encouraged her to join me, that maybe together, we could find a way to kill Negan.
Opening her mouth to say something, she looked over to the Saviors and sighed. "You said it," Enid said. "It'd be for us. Not for Abraham, not for Glenn. Not for Maggie. Not for Kat and Daryl," Enid listed all those who were losing the most to Negan and his group.
"You're doing it for you," Enid finally revealed to me something I already knew.
I couldn't let Negan get away with doing something as evil as he had. For how he put my family at risk and that the more air he breathed, the more of a chance we all had to die next. "Yeah," I couldn't disagree with the truth any longer as I nodded before I responded.
During this discussion, Enid had turned to face me, her face getting closer and closer to me. "So if it all goes right...and you do it...how do you get away?" Enid asked me slowly.
Staring down at her, seeing her eyes, her lips, her face so close, I should have felt intimidated but I didn't feel at all intimidated. In fact, I felt nervously calm having her so close to me. "It wouldn't matter," I answered with a shake of my head.
Enid's eyes were sad as they stared up at me. "It would to me," Enid revealed that I mattered to her. I mattered to her all along. I finally realised. Resting my forehead to hers, I shut my eyes and felt my lips drawn to her forehead.
Kissing it, I hoped it would soothe her. When her eyes opened to look up at me, I had read the sign in her eyes and leaned down to kiss her lips gently. "Please don't go," Enid whispered to me. "Just come with me. You can't make it-" she tried to encourage me to join her at the Hilltop.
But I couldn't. "I'm just gonna go home," I cut her off quickly.
Wanting to make her calm down, I had to lie to her. Or so I thought. "You're lying," Enid instantly caught me on it.
Looking over to the Saviors again, they still weren't ready to leave. "No, I'm not," I argued with her but looked away.
Hearing her faintly chuckle, I knew she didn't believe me. "You shouldn't go. But I can't stop you," Enid had understood, even if she was advising me differently.
Enid began walking out, towards the field, and began making her way towards the Hilltop. "They'll see you," I warned her.
"No. They won't," Enid sounded sure of herself as she kept going. I'm going to miss her. But I have to try. Especially for Kat...
KPOV
Meeting with Dwight, he lead me to the cells and during our walk, we had briefly talked to each other but I kept it short. I didn't care for him. I was only there for Daryl. Walking to the cells, we eventually came to a stop to supposedly, Daryl's door.
Unlocking the door, Dwight then turned to look at me with a cold stare. "You've got only 10 minutes," Dwight warned me. "So make it quick," he made the suggestion to me.
As soon as the door opened, the light shone into the dark room and I saw Daryl curled up in a corner on the floor. Dropping to my knees, I was sad and overjoyed at the same time to see him. "Daryl," I spoke his name.
When he saw me, he was just as surprised as I was to see me. "Oh my God..." I whispered as I wrapped my arms tightly around him.
Even if Dwight was stood against the wall beside the door, he was giving us a bit of privacy. Pulling back, I sat on my knees and stayed close to him. "Why are you here, Kat?" Daryl asked me, a little angered to see me here. "You should be in Alexandria," he pointed out.
Not liking the fact he was criticising me, I so far, was surviving this place without a hitch. A few bumps but it was something I could control. "I know what I'm doing Daryl," I glared at him slightly.
Daryl though, he didn't believe me as his eyes looked up at me from dark lashes. His hair messy and almost hid his eyes from me. "Are you sure about that?" Daryl questioned me with a growl in his tone.
"We only have 10 minutes Daryl..." I warned him, because I didn't want to spend it arguing with him. "I wanted to say a few things to you, the things we couldn't talk about the day..." I drifted as I let out a slow breath.
Remembering the day, it was hard not to refer to it as the day Glenn and Abraham died. "I should have never left," Daryl's head bowed as he boxed himself in a little tighter.
Shifting to sit closer to him, I placed a hand on-top of one of his knees. "First of all, Denise, her death, that's on me," I started off. "I was the one who said she should have gone out there. That's not on you, it's on me, okay?" I felt my own lip tremble as my heart broke.
Daryl's head whipped up to look at me with stern but sad eyes. "I can't accept that," Daryl told me bluntly. "You can't," he included me in denying the facts. "Denise ain't your fault. Don't think like that," he encouraged me to not blame myself for Denise's death.
What I didn't want, was him to blame himself either. My hand reached out to cup one side of his face. "And Glenn...he's not on you either," I said softly, fighting back tears. I knew Daryl and I knew he blamed himself for Denise and for Glenn.
Lowering his head, Daryl began to softly cry. His mouth puffing from the tears he had been holding in. I wasn't going to let him break because of this. "He's not," I cried with him.
Daryl was puffing, huffing as his tears escaped and his eyes looked everywhere but at me. "I'm sorry," he apologised through his tears. "I'm so, so sorry," he continued to apologise to me for it all. For Glenn, for leaving and anything else he must have been sorry for.
My heart broke just looking at him breaking down in front of me. "You don't have to be," I cried with him, my whole body shaking as tears streamed down my face too. "Hey...there is nothing to forgive," I said a little more sternly as I took hold of his face with both hands.
Forcing him to look at me, we both cried but at least we cried together. "It's not on you. It's not on you..." I whispered and pulled him to me in a hug. He sat up to allow it, to get as close to me as possible.
Both of us realised this was possibly going to be the last time we could do something like this. Pulling back just enough, my hand touched his face, wiping the tears away with his thumb, I stared deep into his sad eyes.
His soft whimpers broke my heart into a thousand pieces. Leaning in, I initiated a slow and tender kiss. He returned it between his cries and would breathe against me. "I love you, Daryl..." I whispered to him as my eyes shut tightly.
"I love you..." I cried tears of joy, which soon turned to tears of sadness. But what I have to do...is going to break us in far too many ways. Please...forgive me. As I rest my forehead on his, we cried together and he clutched onto me tightly.
This was the first time he'd ever done something like this with me. It was like he depended on me to keep him strong. Daryl would nod his head, like he was acknowledging my love and felt it. Like he felt it back for me. But he was too scared to say the words.
Knowing I had to leave him shortly, to let him go and give myself over to Negan, it was a nightmare becoming a reality. I'm so sorry Daryl. But I have to. I love you, with all my heart.
"Time's up," Dwight said with a hard swing of the door, making it hit onto the wall. "You shouldn't keep Negan waiting," Dwight warned me again.
Nodding, I had to fight back my tears and sniffled. "Goodbye," I said softly to Daryl before I rose to my feet and left him. As Dwight locked the door behind me, I didn't wait for him as I went to rush back to my room.
As quickly as I could, as hearing Daryl's sobs from his cell snapped pieces of my heart more and more with each step I took. It took everything in me to not tell him I was carrying his child. I couldn't risk Dwight telling Negan.
Now, I had to get ready for Negan and for my half of the agreement. Will I recover from this? I have to do this. For us. For Daryl. For my family. And for my unborn child. This was what I kept telling myself mentally.
As my tears streamed down my face, I could still hear Daryl, even when I was far away from him and tried to gather myself. Gritting my teeth, I had to be strong.
Toughen up. Do the hard thing. Or people are going to die. Or I'm going to die. I reminded myself of Shane's words.
CPOV
Before the Saviors could drive away, I had climbed up and sneaked into the back of one of their trucks. Hiding behind a stack of boxes, I eventually heard a small grunt and a soft landing of feet shake the truck.
Peeking through the gap, I saw that it was Jesus. He had inspected a box, took out a bottle of something and took a sip from it before dumping the rest onto the floor.
"Hey," I called to Jesus, who looked to me and became more amused the longer he figured out what we were both doing. We're both on our way to where the Saviors live. To where Negan lives.
KPOV
Reaching my room, I took my time to get ready, getting into my dress, I had to remove my clothes and put them where the dress once laid. The dress was tight fitting, a little too fancy for my liking and yet, so very basic.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I did my hair up in a classic style that my mother used to wear it in. I need to be a nightmare dressed like a sweet dream. As I added the finishing touches, I then left to join Davey, who guided me to where Negan stayed.
The trip to his bedroom was long and with many complicated turns but all of which, I was trying to remember. As I got to his door, Davey knocked and I heard a loud 'come in' be yelled to us. Davey opened the door and as I stepped inside, he shut it behind me.
Negan was sat on the couch, Lucille resting on the table in front of him and when he saw me, his brows rose. "Wow," Negan chuckled as he rose to his feet. "Look at you!" Negan was giddy to see me in the stupid dress.
Wearing it, meant I was untouchable and it meant I had to do duties a wife would. Duties I'd use against Negan eventually. I need this plan to work.
"Aren't I glad to see you," Negan told me as he strolled over to me slowly, biting his bottom lip as he stared directly into my eyes. "How did those 10 minutes with Daryl go?" Negan asked me, going off topic.
Meeting his gaze, I wasn't going to give anything away and hoped that Dwight wouldn't have said anything to compromise my situation. "Thank you, for doing that," I thanked him without answering his question.
Negan, of course, noticed it. Letting out a soft blow of a laugh, he grinned at me. "Straight to the point...I like it," Negan spoke above a whisper as he leaned in a little closer to me. "Now, you need to hold your end of the bargain," he reminded me.
Gradually, Negan took his time to stroll up behind me and unzip me from my dress. Feeling the material glide down my bare arms, Negan's touch was gentle. For a man who could show anger and violence, with a wife, he was far different to that side of him.
Regardless, as the night went on, his touches got rougher, his kisses more demanding and the way our bodies moved, was in ways that made me hate myself for it. I didn't want any of it. But I still obliged.
I had to. For my plan to work, I had to do this and for my family to continue to be safe, I had to do this. All through the session, I had tried to picture Daryl. That every touch, every kiss, every sound of pleasure, was him. But it simply wasn't.
Gradually, a single tear had streamed down my cheek as I gave the man what he wanted and feigned that I was enjoying it. Even if the only thing holding me together, was the thought that I was doing this to protect those I cared for.
Carl. Dad. Judith. Michonne. Daryl. And my baby. All of which, I had tried my best to enjoy it, to fake it until I made it. When Negan was done with me, he rolled over and pulled the covers over his naked body.
"You're free to go now," Negan told me after a few pants.
Slipping out of bed, I went to grab my clothes and started putting on each fabric. It was as though my brain was as slow as my body. My whole body frozen and trying to function together to get me out of here as quickly as possible.
I wanted nothing more than to leave. "You are a woman of many talents Katherine..." Negan chuckled as he shifted to lay on his back and look over at me as I got dressed. "I'll definitely be seeing you again, many, many times in future," Negan told me with confidence.
Looking over my shoulder at him, he was smug with a huge grin on his face. "You have yourself a good night and I'll see you in the morning," Negan alerted me he was going to be paying me another visit.
When I finally got into the dress again, I was literally doing the walk of shame back to my room and all his men would see me. "Oh and don't forget to close the door on your way out," Negan called to me as I went to make my way out.
Opening the door, I shut it behind me and denied Davey the satisfaction of walking me back to my room. Even if he followed me like he was my shadow, I tried to escape as quickly as I could. Once I got to my room, I slammed the door shut and got out of my dress.
Getting back into something I could feel comfortable in, safe in, I slipped into my bed and cried into my pillow. Today had been exhausting. From the fight with the doctor, to Negan's constant checking in on me, to my emotional moment with Daryl and then...what just happened with Negan.
I was breaking and it was getting harder to stay strong as my world felt like it was falling apart. The only thing that kept me strong, was the thought of the ones I loved. And the baby growing inside of me.
My hand resting over my stomach, it was what settled me and forced me to get the sleep I needed. I need to look after myself. For my child. For Daryl's child. For our child. I have to...
A/N: How many of you expected that shocker? Some of you were kind of asking for it but I already had it planned far earlier than you imagined. I won't go into specifics but Kat is pregnant, with Daryl's child. Surprise!
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