I slipped in and out of consciousness for what felt like hours. I thought I could hear dad's voice every so often, saying words of encouragement...sometimes crying...when suddenly, I awoke in the back of a van. A groan escaped my mouth and I put a hand up to my throbbing head.

"Angel!" Daryl said from beside me and I blinked up at him groggily.

His hands helped to pull me up to a sitting position. Instantly, the pain in my head worsened and I let out another groan.

"What-what happened?!" I asked him, meeting his eyes.

He frowned, shaking his head.

"I never should have let you come along..." he said, trailing off, "This is all my fault..."

"Dad!" I snapped, panic seeping into my system at his ramblings as I grabbed his arm and shook him, "What. Happened?!"

Blue eyes looked down at the floor of the van before finally, blinking back up at me.

"Dwight," he spat, shaking his head in disgust, "He took us. All of us. I don't know where they took Glenn, Michonne, and Rosita,"

A hand went over my baby bump protectively and I bit my lip in thought. What was he planning on doing to us? Why had he taken us? We didn't do anything...well...maybe tried to kill him but the others did nothing wrong! Or maybe he took them to teach us a lesson... Either way, it wasn't good.

I shook my head, glancing up, "Rick? Abraham? Carl? The others?"

Daryl shrugged, inching his way over to one of the windows to look out of it to no avail. They were all blacked-out anyway. We didn't even know what time it was, much less where the others were.

"Still back at Alexandria, I guess. They don't even know we're out here..." he said bitterly.

Gosh, I hoped they were all okay... I hoped we'd be okay. Suddenly, the sound of voices drifted to us from outside. Men. And lots of them, too. I pressed my ear to the door and closed my eyes, letting my senses take over. Focusing on the sound, I could just make out Dwight's voice but the others I didn't recognize. Sounded like there were two, no, four...no, five...too many to count...

"That's not just Dwight and his men out there..." I whispered to dad, my eyes widening as I turned to him.

All of a sudden, the double doors were wrenched open and rough hands grabbed me and Daryl. We were unceremoniously dumped onto the ground side by side and I glanced up, my breath hitching in my throat. No! NO! Please, no! In a long line on both sides of us were Glenn, Maggie, Rosita, Aaron, Abraham, Sasha, Eugene, Rick, Michonne, and Carl. My boyfriend's blue eye met mine and I started to say something but he shook his head to silence me. He was right, too.

Now was not the time. These men were...dangerous. Maybe even more so than any we'd dealt with before. There was dead silence all around then as the door to the RV opened and out stepped a tall man with dark hair. His eyes were a dark brown with stubble lining his jaw. He wore a black leather jacket and his hand, he held a large baseball bat...wrapped in barbed wire.

I shuddered at the sight of it. Who knows just what he planned to do with that thing... His booted footsteps crunched on the gravel as he walked in front of us down the line. Gosh, he looked like the dad off Supernatural. I tried to push that thought out of my mind though as he came closer.

"Which one of you is the leader?" he asked suddenly and I trained my eyes in front of me, not daring to look Rick's way.

It was to no avail though as one of his men pointed out Rick to him. Purposefully, he made his way over to him and stopped.

"Hi.You're Rick, right? I'm Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men," he told him somberly, "Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool. Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that is,"

"But I think you're gonna be up to speed shortly. Yeah. You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes," he continued, shooting us all an evil smile, "Yes, you are. You see, Rick, whatever you do, no matter what, you don't mess with the new world order. And the new world order is this, and it's really very simple. So, even if you're stupid, which you very may well be, you can understand it. You ready? Here goes. Pay attention,"

I sucked in a breath and I could feel dad's anger radiating out from him beside me.

"Give me your stuff or I will kill you. Today was career day. We invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have stuff, you give it to me, that's your job-" he started to say.

"What?" I snorted then, unable to resist, "You gonna take our thangs too?"

Those dark eyes snapped to me and I swallowed. Okay, maybe now wasn't the right time for humor, either. Gravel crunched loudly as he stalked over to me before coming to a stop.

"And who might you be?" he asked but I wouldn't meet his eyes.

The same man who'd told him who the leader was walked up beside him then before whispering something. Negan's dark eyes brightened then with realization and my stomach sunk.

"Ohhh, this is the wolf's girl," he laughed menacingly and I flinched slightly at the sound, "Oh, I've heard about you, honey. How you used to run with the Wolves but then when you attacked Rick's little town, they all were killed off,"

He bent down to my level then and I steeled my gaze, staring past his shoulder.

"See, it was a lucky break for me because those mangy mutts weren't making me a profit like they were supposed to," he said to me, so close I could feel his hot breath fanning my face with every word, "Wasn't so lucky for you though, was it? 'Cause now that little pup growing inside you is going to have no daddy-"

In that moment, I couldn't suppress my anger any longer and it burst free from me as I lunged at Negan. His men rushed to restrain me, kicking me back down onto the ground as Negan guffawed at my outburst. Panting, I leaned back up and they pushed me into a seated position once more. I glared daggers up at Negan as he grinned down at me. He made a 'tsk, tsk' sound at me while wagging a finger.

"Now that, young lady, is no way to treat your superiors. Might just have to punish you for that little display right there...," he said before walking back down to the head of the line, "But first, Rick over here needs a little punishing of his own."

As Negan began to talk to Rick, Daryl leaned over slightly to me.

"You alright?" he whispered, giving me the once-over to make sure I was okay.

I nodded, anger still boiling in my blood. Negan had no right to say that to me! He didn't even know me!

"I want you to work for me. You can't do that if you're dead, now, can you? I'm not growing a garden. But you killed my people, a whole lot of them. More than I'm comfortable with. And for that, for that you're gonna pay," Negan droned on, "So, now I'm gonna beat one of you. This - this is Lucille, and she is awesome. All this, all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor..."

His eyes went over the line of us and I sucked in a breath. One of us was going to die tonight.

Note: I couldn't help it, I had to put the SPN references in this one ;)