Unexpected Protector
Short little drabble. I couldn’t help myself.
No matter how hard she thrashed against her captures, her face was still forced into the dirt, a large foot pressed into the center of her back. She heard Negan grunt beside her, two Reapers restraining him as well with his hands behind his back.
The rest of her people were forced to remain still, Reapers positioned across Alexandria with a gun pointed to each of their heads. Rosita cradled CoCo to her chest, Gabriel standing directly in front of her until the gun they were being threatened with touched the center of his forehead.
A strangled cry escaped Maggie's throat as she turned her head to the side, watching as Pope stepped out of her home with Hershel pressed to his front, a strong arm around his chest. "No." she screamed, struggling hard enough to free just one of her hands, reeling it back and punching the other man restraining her. Before she could get even an inch away, the Reapers shook off the blow and grabbed for her again. Carter, a man she knew to be more ruthless then the rest, crossed her arms over her chest and forced her against the front of his body. She attempted to slam the back of her skull against his nose, but he moved out of the way, challenging her efforts with a sharp twist of her wrist until she was forced to her knees.
Pope slid a large hunting knife against the side of Hershel's neck, the boy fearless in response with a steeled expression across his face.
Maggie screamed violently at the men restraining her, thrashing against the ground without gaining even an inch of freedom. Tears of anger stung her eyes, glancing to her right where Negan was unmoving in the arms of two muscled guards.
"Don't touch him." Negan sneered, his words cold even as he remained still under the Reapers rough hold.
Pope chuckled in response, stepping closer to the pair in the center of Alexandria with Hershel positioned right in front of him. Blood beaded to the surface as he pushed the knife harder against the boys skin, Hershel still unresponsive to the pain.
Maggie cried out helplessly, only succeeding in kicking one of the men behind her before the other pushed her face into the ground.
"I don't believe you're in any position to tell me what to do." Pope smiled, holding the boy casually by the shoulders, the knife loose in his grasp.
"You got the wrong fuckin' kid, asshole." Negan jutted his chin towards the battered woman beside him. "Kid doesn't look a damn thing like her."
As if considering his words, Pope looked between Hershel and Maggie before scanning the rest of the community, looking for another small boy who resembled the woman he despised more.
"Don't bullshit me." Pope warned, forcing Hershel to his knees in front of his mother while the older man stayed standing behind him with a knife to the back of his head. "No woman would be this upset about a kid who aint hers."
Negan let out a deep, throaty chuckle. "You don't know shit about your enemies." he mocked, gesturing to Maggie again. "Girl's smart. She's playing her part."
She turned to face the man she'd grown to despise, anger simmering under the surface as she forced tears to her eyes. "You son of a bitch." she exclaimed, lunging towards Negan before she was yanked back by the Reapers at her sides.
"Then why stop me from killing the wrong kid?" Pope dared, unable to find another young boy who looked like the leader he'd been hunting.
"Because he's mine." Negan seethed, flexing his fingers into his palms as the men kept a firm grip on his shoulders. "And I'll show you where her real boy is in exchange." he bartered, locking eyes with Hershel for a split second before refocusing on Pope. "She's got a shack stashed away in the woods. I'd bet my life the kid's there."
Maggie let out a horrified scream, tears staining her cheeks as she let her face hit the pavement, Carters foot firmly between her shoulder blades. "He's lying." she begged, clawing at the ground before Carter's body fell over the length of her back. She struggled to drag air into her lungs, his weight crushing her into the ground as he dragged his hand up the side of her waist.
Pope ushered Negan into the military jeep parked at the gate, making a circle motion in the air. The rest of his soldiars returned to their vehicles. "I wont be ambushed in the middle of the woods." he warned, sliding into the driver's seat with his rifle pointed at Negan's temple.
Rosita immediately rushed inside with CoCo once she was free, Michonne and Aaron making sure the rest of the kids were ok. Lydia fell to her knees, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.
Maggie made sure not to make a display of relief towards Hershel, although emotion flooded her chest so quickly that it ached. Before Pope's Hummer could completely disappear from sight, two shots rang out through the wooded area around Alexandria, a sob ripped from Lydia's throat as the vehicle collided with a tree. Maggie shoved Hershel inside with the rest of the children, making her way over to the teenager with her own weapon now drawn.
They prepared their weapons immediately, the other two cars turning back towards their community. Before they could get close enough, a silent shot came from the tower, Gabriel shooting the driver of each car through the forehead with a scoped weapon.
Rosita easily took out Carter who tried to run into the woods, the other solder coming out slowly with his hands raised. Before he could open his mouth, Maggie made the shot, his body dropping lifelessly to the ground in front of her.
"Stay here." she told Aaron, rushing through the front gate towards the totaled Hummer.
When she pulled open the passenger side door, Negan has his gun pointed directly at her forehead, a cut running the length of his jaw and bleeding heavily down his face. When he saw who it was, he muttered a curse to himself, dropping the weapon to his side. He managed to free his legs without injury from the crushed dashboard. He barely had his feet on the ground before Maggie launched herself at him, her arms encircling his neck tightly.
"Woah." he breathed, sliding his hand up her back as her ankles wrapped around his waist. "You're ok." He spoke the words into her hair, resting his chin on top of her head.
"Why did you do that?" she whispered, tears soaking the thin fabric of his T shirt.
He pulled back, letting her feet fall back to the ground. "I know you think I'm a monster Maggie, but fuck if I'm going to watch an eight year old get gutted like a deer."
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