Mikey slid open the hidden door that was inside the large framed house in what once was Alexandra They had been traveling non-stop back from Florida and arrived a little after five in the morning several days later. The journey had been rough since Lucy continued getting nosebleeds, and twice almost passed out riding double with Mikey. When they finally arrived, both stood at the ruined gate, and were amazed at the sight of destruction. Lucy stared, almost waiting for any second for one of Negan's men to pop out of nowhere, waiting for them.

Instead, just silence.

The entire gated community looked like a ghost town, and it truly did seem like ages ago that Lucy had found her chance to escape Negan durning all the chaos and ran away. That night, even though it was just less than two weeks ago still held strong in her memory. She remembered the fires, the explosions, and how truly wonderful it felt to bash Negan's head before running out of the house. Mikey stared up and slowly shook his head.

"Jesus...what happened here?"

Sighing, Lucy felt the baby kick inside of her. Glancing over at Mikey, her hand slipped into his.

"Negan happened...that's what."

They spotted a spray painted sign hanging on a car, stating that any survivors were now West at the Hilltop. Together they slowly entered. Once they found Mikey's house, he used his key and unlocked the hidden room. The moment they slid it open, both stood in the doorway for a moment before Mikey reached up, pulling the string to turn the lightbulb on. The power was still on, and the second the bulb turned on shelfs upon shelfs of guns on displayed were shown. Walking in, boots clicking, Lucy nodded, all ready making a mental list on what to do. Turning, she faced Mikey.

"We'll need to get a car and take these to Rick at the Hilltop if he's there."

Later...

"Are you okay?"

Lucy asked, glancing over at Mikey who sat in the passenger seat of one of the cars left behind. Finding gas had taken a few hours, but once Lucy finished with the cans, both spent the remainder of the day loading in the weapons, carrying them by the armful. Mikey didn't seem the slightest bit phased entering his home that he had once lived in. Instead he continued helping load the car, before for one second he swayed, and had to grab onto the railing of the porch. Instantly Lucy noticed how pale he appeared, with big dark circles underneath each eye. He looked exhausted, and beads of sweat were slowly rolling down his face.

"You don't look so good. Maybe we should stay here tonight and let you rest..."

Lucy began, reaching and feeling his warm head. Right away she knew he had a fever. Instead, Mikey dismissed how he was feeling and told her it was probably just a cold, that he was fine and wanted to make sure they got everything to the Hilltop. Lucy drove, while Mikey seemed to slowly go in and out of it, nodding off as his skin became warmer and warmer. When they arrived to the Hilltop, he was barley responsive. Stopping the car, Lucy stared across at Mikey who was curled up in the seat beside her. Feeling panic, she took a deep breath knowing he needed to see a doctor. Climbing out, she held her hands up as the guards aimed their own guns down.

"I need to see Rick!"

"Who are you?!" One of the men shouted. Sighing, Lucy knew they didn't have time. Frowning, she called back up to them.

"Lucy...Negan's wife!" Instantly the guards all looked at each other.

Later...

Lucy nervously chewed on her thumbnail watching as the doctor, a young handsome Indian man got Mikey settled in the medical bay, which was a trailer outside of the main building. He had just hooked Mikey up to an I.V and was giving him fluids. Mikey seemed to have gotten ten times worse in the hour or so since they arrived. His fever hadn't broken, and he seemed in this strange feverish dazed state, barley responsive. Lucy stuck by his side as Rick and his men took the weapons from the car. Rick had gone with Lucy to the medical bay where Mikey was being treated. The doctor said it appeared to be a virus, and as long as they kept an eye on him, fed him fluids, and worked on getting his fever down he would be fine. Still on edge and scared, Lucy closely watched Mikey, his sweaty hair sticking up as he slowly breathed in and out from his cot. Rick stood beside her as Lucy explained where she had been, and why she had returned. Rick and her had talked for some time, and Lucy had just learned Rick had just lost his boy.

"I'm going out with you tomorrow..."

Rick instantly shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I don't think that's such a good idea, you should stay here where it's safe..."

Lucy shook her head.

"I can't do anything else for Mikey besides hope and pray...I came back to help and that's what I wanna do."

"But..."

"I know I'm pregnant. Negan is the reason I'm like this again...I'm weak, but I'm not helpless. Besides, if I really am dying...let me do it on my terms and help get that bastard."

With that Rick knew she was serious. staring straight into her eyes before shifting his gaze back to Mikey and sighing. Standing beside him, Lucy's entire body ached, and she knew it truly wasn't up to them. Still, she knew she would rather try and die, than to just wait and found and wait until it happened.

The next day...

Before Lucy left the Hilltop, she brushed Mikey's sweaty bangs back as he muttered in his sleep. She prayed he would recover, and smirked down at him. He reminded her of Chris, the man who had originally helped her when this all started, and had been murdered at the hands of Negan and his baseball bat. Mikey was still just a kid, but had all ready been through so much. Still, he had helped her escape, showed her that sex wasn't a filthy dirty thing like Negan had made it, and without so much as a second question had returned to help people he barley knew.

"Thank you..."

She whispered, leaning down and kissing his warm forehead. Her head was aching worse than it ever did right now, and all of last night as she sat up next to Mikey watching him sleep, she had soaked through three handkerchiefs with her nosebleeds. The young man who had treated Mikey had tried to examine her, but she simply and poilety refused. Staring down at her tiny bump in her belly she sighed.

"The baby wouldn't survive if I gave birth now would it?"

The doctor paused and stared at her.

"How far along?"

"Six months maybe."

"If this was before I might say yes...now...very unlikely. This isn't a hospital. Why are do you feel contractions?"

Lucy shook her head, still watching Mikey as she wiped her nose.

"No."

It was then and there she made up her mind. This morning before she left, she squeezed Mikey's hand as he slept and thanked him before turning and leaving. Her headaches were so bad now she had dry swallowed several pain pills, no longer caring if she overdosed, or hurt this baby growing inside of her. Her vision was worse, and she knew she just had to push herself a few more hours. She joined the others, grabbing a weapon knowing today was the last day of her life.

Later...

Lucy marched with the others through the field. They had looked down below into the valley and saw thousands of walkers roaming. Just the sight of this made Lucy's heart drop. She knew as much time passed, it truly would never be over. Walking beside the man named Morgan who carried the large stick, she glanced at him and saw a deep kind of insane sadness that she had never seen before. That's when the whistling started. Feeling her heart sink, she froze. She stood between everyone, carrying her gun, eyes frantic looking around. She then looked up, just over the slope of the hill was Negan and his men. She knew from this distance it was too far for him to spot her. She stood back, weapon raised as she heard that bastard speak to Rick.

Then...a God awful noise came as the guns the saviors held blew up in their hands. She watched as that coward began taking off, still holding the bat. Rick began running after him and Lucy joined him. Both emptied their guns trying to shoot at him as he ran to a large tree with beautiful stained glass windows slowly waving back and forth, hanging by the branches.

"That you Lucy?! I knew you couldn't have gone far!"

He shouted from behind the large tree. Rick and Lucy glanced at each other before both broke out into a full fledge run. Rick tried grabbing onto Negan while Lucy lunged onto his back, screaming as he tried to throw her off him. Lucy used all the rage she remembered from what this bastard did to her and sank her teeth right into the back of his neck. Negan grunted, and threw her off, causing her to land hard in the grass.

Laying there, Lucy stared up at the clear blue sky. Suddenly nothing hurt. She tasted blood, but laying there her one good eye glanced up at the stained glass and never saw anything more beautiful like it before in her entire life...

"Goddamnit Lucy doll, what did you get yourself into?"

Negan asked, staring down at her, still clutching his bat. Rick went to move towards her, who laid between both men but Negan's face twisted up and became flushed.

"STAY AWAY FROM HER!"

Rick then pleaded for ten seconds. Negan outraged began to count down, being careful not to step on Lucy who continued staring up, her eyes transfixed on the glass. The pain was no longer here and faintly she thought she heard Chris' voice.

"Come on home Lucy...it's over."

She thought of her family, she thought of the people who had tried to help her, she thought of the first two babies, and the one who no longer moving inside of her. She thought of Rick and his group, and she thought of Mikey. Things were over now, and as the lights and colors faded, she was comforted by the thought that this bastard would never touch her again. Never. At that exact moment Rick lashed out and slit Negan's throat. Negan dropped to his knees and fell down hard into the dirt. Choking, he saw Lucy was no longer moving. Her eyes were open, as she stared up, but she wasn't moving.

"No..."

He choked, gurgling on his own blood as it dribbled between his fingers as he clutched his wounded throat. He tried using his other hand to touch her, but she was too far away. Rick glanced down at him disgusted, before looking down at Lucy. She was dead. She had finally succumbed to her head injuries. He wasn't sure when it exactly happened, but she died peacefully laying between them. He only hoped she had witnessed him doing this to Negan. She deserved that much. Sighing, he turned and faced the others as they approached. That's when he knew what to do with Negan. He hadn't cut that deep, and instead of allowing him to die with this poor girl, he was going to do something better. He would make him live and suffer. Negan continued trying to each out to Lucy as the doctor hurried over to treat him. Negan remembered his real wife, and the pain in her eyes before she died. He stared at this young girl, and knew it was over. She finally got what she had always wanted. To be free of him. Outraged, he struggled, still gurgling up blood knowing it was over. Lucy meanwhile remained there, laying in the grass, Even after the doctor and others carried Negan away to one of the trucks, Rick in a very exhausted trance sat down thinking of his son. Sitting against the tree, he looked over at Lucy and felt his heart break.

She had helped them, even up until the very end she had helped them.

"You rest now girl...you deserve it."

He said before knowing at any second she would turn. Not wanting that, he waited until Michonne walked over and looked up with sad bloodshot eyes.

"Help me bury her?"

Michonne nodded before grabbing her sword. Gently she turned Lucy's head and quickly plunged the sword through the side of her temple. Together they worked for hours, sweaty, dirty, and exhausted until there was a hole big enough. Laying Lucy inside it, they slowly covered her up using the rich dark soil. Once they were finished it was nearly sundown.

"You sure you didn't want to bring her back to the Hilltop?"

Rick shook his head as he patted down the soil with his blistered and bleeding hands.

"No, she looked at peace here...if anyone deserves that it's this poor girl."

Michonne nodded in agreement before both stood up and headed home.

Later...

Mikey had been taken out of the Hilltop when they were under attack. He still had his fever and was very weak. By the time Rick and Michonne returned, he was back at the medical bay. His fever had lifted, but he still didn't have his strength. Both had informed him about Lucy. Calmly he laid there before looking up, the circles beneath his eyes were fading.

"The baby?"

Rick shook his head. Mikey glanced off to the side, tears filling his eyes for a second before he blinked.

"If she died, she might as well died doing something she thought was right. I'll admit...I wouldn't have come back if it wasn't for her. She's the reason you have all those weapons now. Don't forget it okay?"

Rick nodded.

"I know you and my son were friends...it's up to you, but we could use you around here, help us add something to what we're trying to build."

Mikey laid there for a while before staring up.

"You kept him alive?"

Michonne and Rick glanced at each other before nodding.

"As an example...yes."

Mikey laid there for a bit longer before nodding.

"Just make sure, nothing like what happened to Lucy ever happens to anyone again okay?"

Rick nodded.

"That's a promise."

Later...

Michonne and Rick were just finished telling Negan what exactly they were planning on doing with him. Negan laid there, listening, eyes furious before Rick glared down at him.

"The girl you kidnapped and raped died happy thinking you were dead...she died with your child still inside of her. You will never get the family you always wanted Negan, and we're going to make damn sure you will never forget her."

With that Rick and Michonne left as Negan laid there, not speaking, not moving. Instead he knew Rick was right. For the rest of his miserable life he would pay for what had happened, and Lucy had finally got what she always wanted. To be rid of him. Closing his eyes, a small tear rolled down his face for his Lucille. His sweet Lucille.

The End. - Thank you for all the kind reviews!