𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬 𝗧𝗪𝗢, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱

❝𝗡𝗢!" Ivy's protest echoed through the forest. The bat hit Abrahams head and everything went blank. "I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Ivy kicked and screamed as she tried to escape the two men's grip.

Abraham slowly got back up, blood gushing from his head. "Oh! Look at that. Taking it like a champ!" Negan laughed. Ivy sobbed along with the group.

"Suck... my... nuts." Abraham breathed out before Lucille met his head again. Ivy cried as Negan brutally beat him, his brains splattering everywhere.

"Did you hear that?" Negan let out a breathy laugh. "He said, "Suck my nuts.". Phew." He laughed once more before hitting what was left of Abrahams head again. Ivy counted how many times he hit Abraham even though he was already dead.

Twelve times even though he was already dead. Even though his brains were already splattered all over the ground.

"Oh, my goodness!" Negan yelled. "Look at this!" He started swinging Lucille around. Abraham's blood splattered onto Ricks face. "You guys, look at my dirty girl!"

Negan walked to Rosita and held Lucille in front of her.

"Get the fuck away from her!" Ivy yelled. Other men had to come over and hold Ivy back. She was like a wild animal trying to catch its prey.

"Sweetheart.... lay your eyes on this." Rosita was frozen in front of the bat. She felt sick. She just watched the only man she ever really truly loved get the shit beat out of him. Daryl sat besides Rosita. Ivy could see he was ready to kill Negan as well.

"Oh, damn. Were you— were you together? That sucks." Negan shrugged like it was nothing. "But if you were, you should know there was a reason for all this. Red— and hell, he was, is, and will ever be red! He just took one or six or seven for the team!"

He pushed Lucille closer to Rosita. "So take... a damn look." Negan spat. Ivy felt her blood boil. Ivy had never had such a hatred towards someone like she did right now. "Take a damn look!"

Daryl got up and punched Negan. He tried to grab at him, but some of Negans men took care of him. They began punching Daryl.

"Stop! Please!" Ivy pleaded. Her sobs increased as they pushed Daryl onto the ground. Ivy heard Rick yell something, but her main focus was on Negan.

"No!" Negan yelled. "Oh, no." Negan began laughing as he walked towards Daryl.

"That? Oh, my! That.... is a no-no." Negan concluded as he crouched down besides Daryl. "The whole thing— not one bit of that shit flies here!" Dwight came and held Daryl's crossbow to his head.

Ivy closed her eyes. If Daryl was going to die, she couldn't watch it. "Do you want me to do it?" Dwight inquired. "Right here." Negan grabbed Daryl's hair roughly.

"No. No, you don't kill them... not until you try a little." Negan smirked. Ivy opened her eyes slowly and saw Daryl getting dragged away. Negan stood up. "And anyway... that's not how it works. Now, I already told you people— first ones free, then— what's I say?"

He walked towards Glenn so that he was in eye view of everyone— Or at least thats what Ivy thought. "I said I would shut that shit down! No exceptions. Now, I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with... but I'm a man of my word. First impressions are important. I need you to know me."

"So..." Negan looked down at Lucille and lifted her up. "...back to it!"

Ivy gasped when the bat hit Glenn's head. Her lips quivered as he was hit again.

It was like time froze. Ivy felt frozen. She felt helpless. She was dying along with Glenn. Her face held no emotion as she watched Glenn.

Glenn sat up. He was choking and suffering. Blood was pouring down his face, and his eye was popping out of its socket. He was trying to say something, but nothing would come out.

"Buddy, you still there?" Negan bent down to be at Glenn's level. "I just don't know. It seems like you're trying to speak, but you just took a hell of a hit!" Ivy's eyes widened as she looked at Glenn. "I just popped your skull so hard, your eyeball just popped out, and it is gross as shit!"

"Maggie, I'll find you." Glenn managed to say. He looked over at Ivy for a second. "I— I— Ivy..." He couldn't continue his sentence. Ivy closed her eyes and took a deep breath in.

"Oh." Negan looked at Maggie and Ivy. "Oh, hell. I can see this is hard on you guys. I am sorry. I truly am. But I did say it. No exceptions!"

Ivy's breathing labored and she felt her chest tighten. She bit her cheek until she tasted the metallic taste fill her mouth.

Carl watched in anger as his eyes flickered between his girlfriend and Negan.

17 times. He hit Glenn seventeen times. And each time, Ivy grew angrier. Negans words stung her every time.

"You bunch of pussies!"

"I'm just getting started!"

"Lucille is thirsty!" Negan laughed. "She is a vampire bat!" Negan started walking.

Ivy looked up at the man walking towards her. Glenn and Abrahams blood and skin covered Lucille. Ivy twitched as Negan walked to her. Her jaw tensed and she squinted her eyes.

"Sorry, you had to see that—" Negan started, but Ivy didn't give him a chance to let him finish.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you." Ivy spat coldly. "And, I'm gonna enjoy it."

"I'm gonna—" Ivy was cut off by Negan laughing at her.

"Get in line! I'm sure all of these fine people wanna kill me too!" Negan grinned. Ivy laughed along with him before roughly ripping her arms from the saviors grasp. She charged at Negan, but was quickly stopped by someone grabbing onto her hair.

"Woah! You be careful with her." Negan scolded. "Shes grieving. She'll get over it."

"I'll get over it when your fucking dead." Ivy spat. Negan laughed again and patted her shoulder. She shrugged his hand off. "Don't fucking touch me."

"Dream big, kid." Negan spoke before leaning into her ear. "You can't kill me."

"You wanna bet?" Ivy asked. Negan shook his head no.

"Nah. You're scary as shit. I believe you when you saw you're gonna kill me." Negan turned back to the group.

"Anyways!"

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗦 always the worst. Ivy wished there was a morning after pill for shit like this, but that's only provided to you when you're stupid enough to have sex without a condom— not when your friends are dead.

The whole group was suffering. They all lost someone that night. A brother, a friend, a boyfriend, a husband, a father.

The saviors had to tie Ivys hands behind her back so she wouldn't kill everyone there. They even had a savior sit besides her incase she broke free.

The group anxiously awaited the return of Rick and Negan. Ivy hadn't cried, which confused the group. Everyone assumed her and Maggie who take it the hardest, but no tears came from Ivy.

She cried for Abraham, but not Glenn. Maybe, because she didn't know how to react, but it wasn't like her.

Ivy couldn't look up at anyone. She looked at the ground the whole time. All she could hear was the cries of her family.

She knew that if she looked up, she would see Abraham and Glenn's brains splattered everywhere. Ivy couldn't bare to see her see Maggie, Rosita, or Sasha, knowing they were most likely taking the deaths the hardest.

Ivy's attention veered from the ground to the sound of the RV pulling up. Ivy watched as Negan threw Rick on the ground and dragged him to the front of the group. Negan dropped Rick in front of him.

"Here we are." Negan smiled. "Let me ask you something, Rick— do you even know what that little trip was about?" Everyone looked to Rick and Negan, confused looks painting their faces.

"Speak when you're spoken to." Negan said. Everyone went silent, and all you could hear was Ricks labored breathing.

"Okay. Okay." Rick breathed out.

"That trip was about the way that you looked at me." Negan started. "I wanted to change that. I wanted you to understand. But you're still looking at me the same damn way..."

"like I shit in your scrambled eggs," Negan, you literally just killed his friends in front of him? He's definitely not gonna look at you with the look of love. "and that's not gonna work. So..." Negan crouched down besides Rick. "...do I give you another chance?"

Rick hesitated before speaking. "Yeah. Yes. Yes." Negan patted Rick on the back before standing again.

"Ok." Negan began laughing. "All right. And here it is— the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day."

"Get some guns to the back of their heads." Ivy felt a barrel touch the back of her head and the sound of a gun cocking. She didn't flinch— it was a normal sound for her nowadays. "Good. Now... level with their noses, so if you have to fire..." Negan imitated an explosion. "It'll be a real mess."

"Kid..." Ivy's head shot up. She knew Negan was talking to Carl because Negan used her name. Negan pointed to the spot next to Rick. "Right here." Carl shot Negan an angry look. "Kid... now." Carl stood up and walked towards Negan.

Ivy moved her wrists vigorously, try to break free of the restraints, but all she got was the gun pushed harder into her head.

Negan took out a belt. Ivy didn't know what he was going to do, but whatever it was, it was just another reason on why she should kill Negan. "You a southpaw?" Negan asked.

"Am I a what?" Carl asked rudely— although, nothing was ruder than Negan just bashing poor old Glenn and Abrahams heads in.

"You a lefty?" Negan inquired.

"No." Carl answered. Negan raised his eyebrows.

"Good." Negan wrapped the belt around Carls arm tightly. "That hurt?" Carl tilted his head.

"No." Carl smirked slightly. Not a great time to be hot, Grimes. Ivy thought. Ivy shook her mind of any... unholy thoughts— per se, and tried to focus on the fact that her boyfriend stood in front of the man that just killed her father and best friend.

"Should." Negan stated. "It's supposed to. All right. Get down on the ground, kid, next to daddy. Spread them wings." Negan took of Carls hat and threw it towards Ivy. Ivy looked down at the sheriff's hat in front of her.

Ivy watched in horror as Negan pushed Carl onto the ground. All she think about was that night— the night with Joes men. That man did the same thing to Carl. Pushed him on the ground, giving him no choice but to obey.

It made Ivy sad of course, but she felt more anger then sadness.

"Simon..." Negan turned to Simon. "You got a pen?"

"Yeah." Simon said matter-of-factly. Simon reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a marker. He threw it to Negan who caught it with ease.

Negan opened to pen with his teeth and crouched down next to Carl. Negan took Carls arm and rolled up his sleeve.

"Sorry kid. This is gonna be as cold as a warlocks ballsack, just like he was hanging his ballsack above you and it right across the forearm."

What. The. Fuck.

Ivy finally got the courage to speak. "N—Negan. What are you doing?" Ivy asked as Negan drew a line on Carls arm.

"Well, little Ivaline, I can't tell you just yet cause it'll ruin the surprise!" Negan smirked. Ivy furrowed her eyebrows as she watched the man.

"Please, please. Please don't." Rick pleaded. "Please don't."

"Me?" Negan asked. He laughed slightly. "I ain't doing shit." Negan stood up and sighed. "Rick, I want you to take your ax... cut your son's left arm off, right on that line. Now, I know— I know. You're gonna have to process that for a second. That makes sense. Still, though, I'm gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die."

"Then Carl dies, then the people back home die... and then you, eventually." Negan stated. Ivy fought the urge to break out of the restraints and brutally murder Negan. "I'm gonna keep you breathing for a few years, just so you can stew on it. I was gonna say you'll have Ivy, but, I'm sure she's gonna have a lot more fun with my people."

"You— You don't have to do this." Michonne spoke up. "We understand. We understand." Tears filled Michonnes eyes.

"You understand!" Negan smirked. "Yeah. I'm not sure Rick does."

"Are you kidding me?" Ivy spat. "You just killed our people and you think we don't understand? Rick understands! I understand! We all understand!"

"You don't speak for them!" Negan yelled as he looked over at Ivy. Ivy leaned forward slightly.

"How about you let me out of these restraints and we handle this? Huh? How bout that?" Ivy asked. "You want bloodshed? I'll give it to you. But, I guarantee it won't be from my people."

Negan looked at Glenn and Abrahams bodies. "Well, it seems to me that there was already bloodshed from your people!" Negan chuckled.

"Fuck you!" Ivy yelled back. "You're just mad that we killed your friends. Well, Negan this should be a fucking wake up call to never mess with us."

"You kill our people, but we always come back." Ivy leaned back to her original spot. Negan sucked his teeth and smiled.

"You remind me so much of Aaliyah!" Negan laughed. "You got the same scary ass look. She could kill me, and I'm sure as hell that you could kill me, too."

"And, I will." Ivy nodded. "Lay one fucking finger on Carl and you'll lose it."

"I'm shivering in my boots!" Negan popped his hip slightly. "Just because you're Aaliyah's sister, doesn't mean I won't kill you right here, right now!"

"Oh! I'm shivering in my boots!" Ivy mocked him. Negan squinted his eyes at her.

"I don't think I like you anymore. I was actually thinking about letting Carl walk away with both arms, but I changed my mind!" Negan told Ivy. "I'm gonna need a clean cut right there on that line. Now, I know this is a screwed up thing to ask, but it's gonna have to be like a salami slice— nothing messy, clean, 45 degrees— give us something to fold over."

"We got a great doctor. The kid'll be fine." Negan explained. "Probably." He smirked. Ivy looked at the group and made eye contact with Maggie. Maggie's eyes softened slightly. Ivy had to look away, she couldn't bare to see Maggie in this condition.

"Rick..." Negan sighed. "...this needs to happen now— chop, chop— or I will crush the little fella's skull myself." Ivy pulled on the restraints more. She felt the fabric fall loose and off her wrists. She kept her hands behind her back, and she would only move if Negan touched Carl or anybody else.

"It can— It can— It can be me." Rick stuttered out. "It can be me. W-W. Y-you can do it to me. I c— I can go with— with you." Ivy's heart broke to see Rick in such an emotional place. She doesn't remember the last time she saw him cry, but it hurt her heart tremendously.

"No. This is the only way." Negan stood up. "Rick... pick up the ax. Not making a decision is a big decision. You really want to see all these people die? You will." Ivy held her wrists tightly together, trying to stop herself from killing Negan. "You will see every ugly thing. Oh my god. Are you gonna make me count?"

Tears fell down Ricks face. "Okay, Rick. You win. I am counting! 3!" Negan began.

"Please!" Rick sobbed. "Please! It can be me. Please!" Ivy felt her heart break into a million pieces as she watched Rick cry.

"2!"

"Negan, you don't have to do this!" Ivy yelled.

"Please, don't do—" Rick was cut off by Negan smacking his face. Ivys face scrunched up in anger as Negan grabbed his face.

"This is it." Negan made Rick look at Carl. Rick yelled as he shakily picked up the ax and grabbed onto Carls hand.

"Dad... just do it." Carl whispered to his father. "Just do it." Ricks sons increased as he lifted up the ax. Ivy closed her eyes tightly and her breathing labored. Ricks sobs stopped and Ivy opened her eyes.

"Rick." Rick looked up to Negan. "You answer to me. You provide for me. You belong to me. Right?" Rick nodded. Negan grabbed Ricks face harshly.

"Speaks when you're spoken to!" Negan practically screamed at Rick. Rick nodded as Negan continued. "You answer to me. You provide for me."

"Provide for you." Rick repeated.

"You belong to me, right?" Negan yelled. Rick panted and cried.

"Right." Rick replied.

"Right." Negan let go of Ricks face. "That... is the look I wanted to see." Ivy's face softened and she saw Negan stand up. Negan picked up the ax and looked to the group.

"We did it... all of us, together... even the dead guys on the ground." Ivy looked over at Abraham and Glenn, the feeling of nausea washed over here. "Hell, they get the spirit award, for sure."

"Today was a productive damn day!"

Ivy felt like there was voices screaming in her head. She was at a constant war with her mind, and this wasn't helping. Ivy always felt trapped in her mind. But, this was different. She couldn't cry, and she was more angry.

"Now, I hope, for all your sake... that you get it now... that you understand how things work." Negan told the group. "Things have changed. Whatever you had going for you... that is over now."

"Ah. Dwight... load him up." Negan pointed to Daryl. Dwight grabbed Daryl roughly and threw him in the black van. "And, get to Ivaline when you can."

Dwight stalked towards Ivy. He bent down and went to untie her wrists, but Ivy flashed her free wrists to him. Dwight grabbed her arm and forced her on her feet.

Ivy saw Maggie's sobs pick back up again. Ivy had to look away once again. Be strong. Ivy thought. Ivy turned to the man that was standing behind her.

"You can't tie a good knot for shit. And, you look like a little girl." Ivy spat. Negan laughed slightly at the girls words. Dwight began dragging Ivy away forcefully.

"Leave her—" Carl was cut off by Lucille being pointed at him. Negan widened his eyes at Carl before turning to Dwight.

"Be gentle with her!" Negan ordered and Dwight loosened his grip on Ivy. Ivy flipped Negan off before she was shoved into the van. "That wasn't gentle!"

Ivy took one last look at the group before the van door was slammed into her face. Ivy looked back at Daryl with softened eyes. Ivy practically fell into his arms and Daryl engulfed the girl in a hug.

Ivy still didn't cry. Her breathing just began to heavy. Almost like she was having a panic attack.

"It's okay." Daryl rubbed Ivy's back. "Sh, sh, it's okay. It's just me. I got you. It's me. It's Daryl." Ivy melted in his touch. Ivy felt tears against her skin. But, they weren't hers, they were Daryls.

"I— Its just me."

𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘
anywho...
we're officially entering Ivy's "I don't give a fuck, I'll you and your whole family— even the babies" Era😍😍 sorry for the trauma y'all might've indulged cause of this chapter...
BUT GUYS IM CURRENTLY WRITING A DARYL DIXON FANFIC(not the right time to announce this but idgaf)