Alexandra.
Rick slowly limped over to Rosita who laid upstairs. Her gunshot wound had gone clean through, and was currently pushing antibiotics. Michonne was currently fast asleep, her face still badly swollen. Dark clouds had drifted over the gated community, and just a few days since the siege, members of both the Hilltop and the Kingdom were staying here, recounting on the massacre that just happened. If Negan and his men were planning on attacking, they would be ready. Rick didn't have much time to truly collect himself. He had met with Maggie, and just yesterday the dead had been buried, including Sasha who they all agreed had given her life up to try and take Negan out. Along side her freshly dug grave, was the one for the baby. Nobody really spoke about what had happened. Instead Rick insisted he was the one to bury him, feeling his heart ache over what a terrible tragedy it was. Mary and Victoria had come to him afterwards in tears, claiming that Rosita said he had wanted him placed elsewhere. Instead Rick held them by the shoulders, and promised them that he didn't put any of the blame down. He was responsible for him, and he had gotten him killed. He had met with Maggie, Carol, Morgan, and Daryl, and they all agreed that Rosita had to go. Sitting at her bedside, his side still sore and stiff, he took a deep breath before looking at her tired eyes.
"You know why I'm here."
Rosita's pale face stared up at him with little to no emotion left.
"I know."
"You need to go. We can spare some food and water, but we can't have you here. I can't have you here...not around Judith."
"I'm sorry I did it. From the second I pulled the trigger I knew what a mistake it was..."
"Doesn't count. You did pull the trigger, and he did die. I know Negan hurt you...but Lucy didn't."
"You saw her, she was standing right by his side...I tried to help her, and she looks as if she's on his side now."
"And if she is I wouldn't blame her. She trusted me to take care of that baby...and she watched him get murdered before her very own eyes. I want you gone by the end of the week. I'll give you a few more days to heal but that's it. Do you understand?"
Rosita swallowed, staring at him.
"I do."
Rick nodded before standing up. Running his hand through his hair he deeply sighed, before shaking his head, no longer able to look at Rosita anymore. Without so much as another word, he crossed the room and went to Michonne's bedside.
Meanwhile.
It was raining. In fact, it was pouring. Loud echoing thunder sounded outside as blueish white lighting flashed before Lucy's bloodshot eyes. She was back in Negan's quarters. She had pulled up a chair, and was currently curled up in it, looking out the window as the rain poured down onto the fences and walkers. The door opened slowly, and in walked Negan. Frowning, he rubbed his chin before circling around and pulling up another chair to face her. Watching her for a minute, he leaned forward, hands clasped together.
"Doc says you keep getting those nosebleeds. You feeling all right?"
Lucy didn't take her eyes off the window, the sound of rain seemed to surround her.
"No, I'm fine."
Negan stared at her for another second before reaching out and gently touching he arm. Slowly, Lucy stared at him. The two locked eyes, before Negan sat back, and sighed.
"I'm sorry."
Lucy stared at him before he went on, each word seemed to be a struggle.
"I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for killing that fella you liked..."
"Chris?"
Negan nodded as if this detail meant nothing before going on.
"I'm sorry for raping you..."
"Taking my virginity..."
Negan frowned again as he went on.
"I'm sorry for forcing myself on you, I'm sorry for hurting you and lying to you...I'm..."
Lucy shook her head.
"You're sorry for what? For ruining my life? For raping me night after night? Pinning me down in that filthy trailer, sticking your cock down my throat, up my ass, throwing my legs up, and coming inside me over and over again no matter how much I started to cry or bleed? Or how about when you would handcuff me for hours, or killed how many people who tried to help me? How about feeling sorry for making me nearly kill myself, or conceiving those two babies who had no right to even exist. Both dying dirty horrible deaths that I had to both witness. Sorry that I threw myself how many feet down? Breaking bones, nearly killing myself, and giving birth in the middle of nowhere?"
"Lucy..."
Lucy continued on, voice raising, knowing even if she wanted to she wouldn't be able to stop.
"Or lying to me, raping me again, getting me pregnant with this new little bastard? How about slamming that big old bat of yours against my skull because I honestly thought you killing me would be the only escape from you. That you tried to feed me this sad little tale about your wife and how you were fucking around on her until she dropped dead. Well, the baby died and as much as I want to kill those people...rip them apart, I hate to say it but maybe he was better off. Maybe it was better him being killed than ever having a limp dick monster like you as a father..."
"ENOUGH!"
Negan roared, causing her to simply glare at him. Breathing heavy he glared at her.
"You threw yourself off that cliff, and you fooled me into beating you with Lucille..."
"To be rid of you! I HATE YOU!"
Negan glared back, half crazed.
"That was my son and you got him killed!"
"FUCK YOU!"
She screamed, raising her hand and slapping him across the cheek. Negan's face crumpled in utter outrage, before he lunged forward, grabbing hold of her, digging his fingers into the flesh of her arms hard enough to break blood vessels. Screaming like an animal, he slammed her down hard, causing her scars to unravel and pool around her.
"You wanna play rough? Okay let's do it..."
Negan let go of one of her arms, and franticly began trying to undo his belt. Seeing what was happening, Lucy screamed like a mad woman, and shoved him back into his own chair. Negan blinked with surprise, before Lucy shoved him back by the shoulders.
"You wanna fuck me? You wanna feel in control?!"
She yanked his belt through the loops of his jeans hard enough to nearly break it. Tossing it, the belt flew like a dead snake across the room and hit the hardwood floor with a thud. Glaring, she slapped his hands away before she unbuttoned his jeans, and yanked down his fly. Working himself out, she took hold of his fully erect cock, and yanked it out hard enough to make him moan. Staring up at her in disbelief, he remained still before Lucy lifted up the black skirt she was wearing, pulling her panties down, and climbing his lap, all the while her eyes burning into him. Grabbing his shaft, she gave it a hard squeeze causing him to cry out. When he tried to lift his hands to touch her, she slammed them down.
"LAY STILL!"
She shouted before slowly lifting herself, and carefully lowering herself on top of his cock. Settling herself down, she continued to stare at him, before she pressed her thighs down, and began to slowly lift herself up and down. Negan, who was completely taken off guard, watched her as if she was insane. Slowly, she lifted herself up and down on him, causing the chair he was sitting in to gently creak. Pinning his arms down at his sides, Lucy continued lifting herself, before she started to build a frantic rhythm. Negan was close, as he opened his mouth, and watched as she rocked back and forth, pumping her hips before... She lifted off him, and instantly Negan stared at her in disbelief, just seconds before a total mind-blowing climax. Watching her crawl off him, her skirt pooling back around her legs, Negan snapped his eyes shut, and leaned over, as his cock twitched, and he completely spent himself all over the front of his jeans. Lucy stood there, still looking madder than hell, before Negan took a few deep pants, and began to laugh.
"Holy shut Lucy...you sure know how to give a guy blue balls. Jesus Christ..."
Silently, Lucy pulled her panties up, before fixing her skirt, and turning, facing the window. Negan took a second to collect himself, before he tucked himself away, and stood up, zipping up his pants. Taking a deep breath, still highly amused, he walked over before stopping. He knew she had another blood nose. Since they came back from Alexandra, they appeared to be getting worse and worse. Watching her press the handkerchief against her nose, he slowly walked over placing his large hands on her shoulders.
"We'll get them back baby, we'll make them pay...I promise..."
With that, he gently kissed the side of her face smiling, before staring out at the rainy day, all ready planning his next attack. Lucy meanwhile stared out, feeling deader inside than those walkers who roamed the grounds outside. This was her Hell, but she knew whatever time she had left, she would make it count. Looking down at her stomach she knew she had to.
To be continued - Coming this October.
Author's note - Thank you everyone for the kind reviews. I may post an update at the beginning of the summer, and write another 8-10 chapters before finishing it around next season. I know this is very dark subject matter, but the pay off will be worth it. Thank you for all the input and again thank you for reading!