𝗧𝗘𝗡, 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁

𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗗 come quicker then expected. Having no way of telling the time could confuse you at times. So some days went quicker than others. This day specifically went by pretty fast.

The group had fetched themselves a bunny, which they gladly ate due to their hunger level. They had also come across a herd of walkers which they luckily got away from— but they saw a man who wasn't so lucky.

They had found a car to stay in for the night. Ivy and Carl were cuddled up in the passenger seat. Ivy's legs draped over his lap and her head on his chest. He had his arms around her waist and he held her tight.

Michonne and Rick had sat outside by the small campfire they had made. They were having a conversation about Terminus.

"Maybe this place isn't even there anymore." Ricks whole body tensed when he felt a gun against his temple.

"Oh, dearie me. You screwed up asshole." The man said. Another man pointed a gun towards Michonne and kicked her sword away. "You hear me? You screwed up."

"Today is the day of reckoning, sir. Restitution. A balancing of the whole damn universe." The man spoke.

In the car, Carl had woken from the sound of voices. He looked outside the window to see a man with his hand on the glass. Carl shook Ivy slightly and Ivy jolted awake. Ivy looked in fear as she looked at the man outside. The man put a knife against the window and Carl held onto Ivy's waist even tighter.

"Shit, and I was thinking of turning in for tonight on new year's eve." Ivy heard another voice from outside. She tried to make out what was behind the smashed windshield, but all she saw was silhouettes of men.

The men from the house.

"Now who's gonna count down the ball dropper with me, huh?" The man laughed.

"10 Mississippi."

"9 Mississippi."

"8 Mississippi."

"Joe!" Ivy snapped her head at the familiar voice outside the window. Ivy brought her hand to her mouth when she saw him.

Daryl. Daryl fucking Dixon.

"Hold up." Daryl said.

"You're stopping me at 8, Daryl."

"Just hold up." Daryl stepped closer to Rick.

"This is the guy that killed Lou, so we got nothing to talk about." Another man said. Ivy looked at Carl with teary eyes.

"The thing about nowadays is we got nothing but time.Say you're piece Daryl."

"These people," Daryl started. "You're gonna let 'em go. These are good people."

"Now, I think Lou would disagree with you on that. I'll, of course, have to speak for him and all 'cause your friend here strangled him in a bathroom." Ivy closed her eyes. This isn't happening. Its a bad dream. Wake up.

"You want blood, I get it." Daryl dropped his crossbow on the ground. "Take it from me man. Come on."

"This man killed our friend. You say he's good people. See, now that right there is a lie. Its a lie!" The man yelled. Another man punched Daryl in his side. Ivy jumped a bit and Carl held her close. Two men started beating Daryl.

"No!" Ivy sobbed. Ivy watched as the two men beat Daryl. Suddenly, the door was opened and the two teens were dragged out of the car.

"Please, no!" Ivy yelled.

"No!" Carl cried.

"You leave them be!" Rick tried to stand up but was quickly pushed back down. The man pushed Ivy into another man. The man held onto Ivy's waist tight. The man that dragged them out of the car now had a knife against Carls neck.

"Please! Don't hurt him! Please!" Ivy cried.

"Listen, it was me. It was just me." Rick explained.

"See, now that's right! That's not some damn lie. Look we can settle this. We're reasonable men." The man got closer to Rick. "First, we're gonna beat Daryl to death."

Ivy let out a few more cries as she looked at Carl. They held eye contact which made Ivy sick to her stomach.

"Then, we'll have the girls."

Ivy sobbed as she tried to squirm out of the man's arms. The man just laughed and pulled her closer.

"Then, the boy."

Ivy finally stopped moving. She didn't want to make this any worse then it already was. The man behind her pushed her waist into his lap and rolled his hips against her.

"No! Stop don't touch her-" Daryl started to yell before getting punched in the face.

"Then, I'm gonna shoot you and then we'll be square." The man smiled to Rick.

The man that had Carl pushed him to the ground. Ivy cried as she felt her knees weaken. The man just kept touching her.

Carl tried to fight with the man on top of him, but the man was too big. The man fought with Carl as he squirmed and cried and all the men were laughing.

"Please, stop!" Ivy cried out. The man behind her grabbed her breasts and squeezed them.

"Didn't know you had that much with ya sweetheart!" The man laughed.

"Please! Please! Not again!" Ivy screamed like a mad woman. "Please not again!"

Ivy's group tried not to, but they all took notice of her words. Not again rung through everyone's ears.

The man crept his hands up under Ivy's oversized shirt and rubbed her stomach.

Rick hit the man behind him, a shot going off. Ivy couldn't see what was going on because her eyes were squeezed shut. Rick stood up after a moment and started punching the man. The man knocked Rick straight off his feet.

Michonne saw her chance and hit the gun in front of her, which just resulted in her getting smacked.

"Oh, so you've been through this before." The man whispered into Ivy's ear. "You know this ain't gon' hurt one bit. And you know not to fight it."

Ivy felt paralyzed. Her vision became blurry and she had a horrible ringing in her ear. She couldn't hear, move, think. She couldn't even see.

She partly made out Carl getting flipped onto his stomach. She heard the faint sound of a belt unbuckling. Ivy couldn't tell if it was from the man behind her, or the man on top of Carl.

"P-please. Leave him." Ivy whispered. The man behind her grabbed her neck.

"What was that sweetheart." The man whispered right near mouth. Ivy regained her senses, and all she could see was red. She saw Carl on the ground, defenseless, she saw Daryl getting the shit kicked out of him, she saw Rick on the ground also getting punched, she saw Michonne with a gun to her head.

Ivy scowled deeply before looking at the man. The man near her mouth just laughed before leaning in. Ivy yelled and kicked him in the balls.

Everybody else was to preoccupied to notice Ivy. Rick saw her for a split second. Ivy saw a knife in the man's belt and reached for it. She pulled it out quickly and stabbed his dick.

Over, and over, and over again. The man cried out. Ivy looked around to see if anyone had seen her, and the man that had the gun to Michonnes head had picked up on it. He turned to Ivy with his gun.

Ivy saw Rick bite a chunk of flesh out of the white haired man's neck. Ivy tried to ignore the sight but she couldn't. Ivy looked back at the man who had his finger on the trigger. Ivy looked behind her at the man holding his penis. Or what was left of it.

Ivy dropped to the ground and the man in front of her fired his gun, sending it straight into the 'no penis' man's head. Michonne reached for her sword and sent it right through the man in front of her.

Ivy reached for the gun the man dropped and turned around. She shot the two men who we're fighting Daryl. Ivy handed the gun to Michonne and Daryl rushed to her side. Daryl wrapped his arm around the girl and held her steady.

Ivy turned and saw the fat man holding a knife against Carls neck. Michonne held the gun high.

"I'll kill him. I'll— I'll kill him!" The fat man yelled. Ivy cried into Daryl's chest.

"Let the boy go."

Ivy started to hyperventilate. She couldn't lose Carl.

She could barely breathe. Her breathing pattern became concerning. Daryl looked down at the girl and grabbed her face, turning her away from the sight of Carl. Ivy quickly turned her head back to Carl.

Rick walked past Michonne. He had a blood covered mouth and was a mess. The man let go of Carl and held his knife up. Michonne ran straight to Carl and engulfed him in her arms.

"Stay back! Stay back!" The man yelled.
"Please—"

Rick cut the man off by stabbing him brutally, probably hundreds of times. Ivy looked away and buried her head in Daryl's chest. She sobbed loudly into his shirt and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

The stabbing soon stopped and Rick ran to Carl.

Ivy's breathing still wasn't right. Daryl took notice of that and told her to breathe. Daryl tried to think of stuff that he could do but nothing came to mind.

"Rick. There's something wrong with her." Daryl spoke. Rick didn't hear Daryl that time. "Rick!"

The rest of the group snapped their heads towards Ivy and Daryl. Carl stood up and went to Ivy's side.

"Nah, I'm fine." Ivy said, feeling a little lightheaded. Carl grabbed onto her as she began stumbling. "I'm fine." She gently pushed Carl off of her.

Ivy's knees started to give out but Daryl quickly caught her.

"You ain't fine. Rick what do we do?" Daryl asked. Rick and Michonne stood up and walked towards Ivy.

"I'm ok. I just need to sit down." Ivy stumbled over by the campfire, tripping over a body. "Jesus christ." She sat down and brought her knees to her chest. Carl was quick to sit next to her.

Carl went to give her a hug and she flinched slightly. Carl brought his arms down in sadness. Ivy rested her head against his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." Ivy whispered.

"Don't be sorry. You didn't do anything." Carl kissed her forehead. "I should be sorry. The way that man touched you I- I wanted to do something-"

"Stop." Ivy scolded. "You couldn't have done anything to stop him." Tears fell from the two teens eyes.

"You guys should get some rest." Michonne injected. Ivy nodded and looked to Carl.

"You go to the car. I'll be there in a second." Carl obeyed and stood up to go with Michonne. Ivy stood up and walked to Daryl. She engulfed him in a bone crushing hug.

"You're ok." Ivy breathed out. "I didn't know if I'd ever see you again."

"You know I would find you." Daryl told her. Daryl removed his arms from the girl and looked at her.

"What?" Ivy asked. Daryl slipped his hands in his pocket and sighed shakily. "Daryl, what's wrong?" Rick had walked towards the two and looked at Daryl with a confused look.

"I-I- I was with Beth."

Ivy's heart dropped. Tears fell from Ivy's eyes as she backed away from Daryl.

"What?" Ivy's voice was shaky and low. "She dead?" Daryl shook his head no.

"Nah. She got in the car and left me." Daryl explained. Ivy looked up at Daryl with an unreadable look. Daryl looked towards Rick for a quick second. Ivy picked up an unattended gun off the floor. "Rick I tried to-"

Daryl looked back at Ivy with sorrowful eyes. "I—I'm sorry.."

Ivy didn't say anything, she just walked past the men and into the car with Carl and Michonne.

𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘
god ivy is so me