Saviours
Gregory was fine. He was in pain, but he was fine. The doctor stitched him up, and now we were all back in that room.
"Things like that usually don't happen here." Jesus told us. He looked over at me and sighed. "But it's settled."
"Who's Negan?" I asked.
"A while back, Daryl and Abraham ran into some of his men. Who is he?" Rick asked.
Jesus nodded. "Negan's the head of a group of people he calls the Saviors. As soon as the walls were built, the Saviours showed up. They met with Gregory on behalf of their boss. They made a lot of demands, even more threats. He killed one of us-- Rory. He was sixteen years old. They beat him to death right in front of us." Once Jesus said that, everyone looked at me. I licked my lips and took a deep breath, wondering who this man was. "He said we needed to understand, right off the bat."
"Gregory's not exactly good at confrontation. He's not the leader I would've chosen, but he helped make this place what it is, and the people like him."
"He made the deal." Maggie said, walking up beside me.
"Half of everything. Our supplies, our crops, our livestock, it goes to the Saviours." Jesus said.
"And what do you get in return?" Glenn asked from the other side of me.
"Well, they don't attack this place. They don't kill us."
"Why not just kill them?" Dad asked.
"Most people here don't even know how to fight, even if we had ammo." Jesus said.
"How many people does Negan have?" Rick asked.
"We don't know." Jesus shrugged. "We've seen groups as big as twenty."
"Now, hold up. So, they show up, they kill a kid, and you give them half of your shit?" Dad asked, looking around. "These dicks just got a good story. The boogeyman, he ain't shit." I half-smiled at his comment. That's what he used to tell me when I thought there were monsters trying to kill me at night. Sort of ironic now.
"Well how do you know?" Jesus asked.
"A month ago we took his guys out PDQ." Abraham said. "Left Them in pieces and puddles."
"You know, we'll do it." Dad said. I looked over at him.
"Yeah, they get your guy back, kill Negan, takeout his boys, will you hook us up?" I asked.
"We want food, medicine, and one of them cows." Dad listed the things we needed. Jesus looked away from dad and to Rick, who shrugged.
"Confrontations never been something we've had trouble with." He said.
"I'll take it to Gregory." Jesus said, walking away. Rick turned around to face us. He looked at me and nodded.
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"We can handle this." I said to Jesus.
"How do you know?" He asked me.
"We've handled somebody like Negan before."
"How?"
"They're dead." I looked at him. He looked back at me and studied my face.
"You're a tough kid..." he trailed off, waiting for my name.
"Melissa." He nodded.
"Melissa. I've seen you back there. You can handle yourself. You're not afraid." He said. I scoffed.
"I'm terrified." I admitted, "but that doesn't mean I'm not gonna fight to save my ass and my family. I'm seventeen, I grew up in this world. Even before it ended. I'm not tough, I just know what I'm doing by now."
Rick walked into the room and I looked up at him.
"We're leaving." Rick told me. I stood up and walked over to him.
"Do we have a deal?" I asked. He nodded.
"We have ourselves a deal." He sent me a small smile. I nodded.
"Good. Don't mess it up." I said. He rolled his eyes and grabbed my shoulder, pushing me out of the room. I looked back at him and laughed before walking out of the house. I met up with the group, who was packing food into the RV.
Soon enough, we were all back in the RV and on our way home. I sat beside Dad again, picking at my ripped T-shirt. Dad nudged my arm and I looked up, seeing him holding out an ultrasound picture. I took it into my hands and looked up at Maggie and Glenn, smiling.
"That's the best thing ever." I said, looking over the picture. I looked up at Dad, who was looking down at it in my hands. "Isn't this the best?" I asked him. He grunted in response.
"The coolest."
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I LOVE writing melissa and daryl scenes so much because like i wANT THAT its so cute
also two updated in like two minutes who am i