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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 73 - Her Saviour

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she's certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

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Chapter 73 - Her Saviour

[When Negan turns up to find Blake tied to a tree with a knife held to her throat, the dark-haired Saviour is anything but f*cking pleased...and the Wolves are about to find out just what lengths he is willing go to, to protect her. Although it might not just be her fate he has put on the line...]

WARNING: Graphic violence/strong language/mentions of rape. Read with caution.

It’s a long one. I hope you enjoy!

Blake breathed hard now, staring at the moustachioed Simon as her eyes met with his.

She wasn't particular surprised that he was here, knowing that Negan had likely asked them to follow him at a distance. But she was truly and utterly relieved that Negan had sent a search party after her so fast.

But before she could say anything to him, the wolf named Derek readjusted his grip on his knife and staggered over to her, tugging Blake's head hastily back by the hair, before pressing said-blade, to her slender and exposed throat.

Blake felt the air leaving her lungs now…as she struggled to keep still, feeling the weapon press deeper and deeper into her skin.

"I-I'll fucking do it!" said the black haired man through gritted teeth, pointing at Simon with his other hand. "I'll bleed her out right now!"

But Simon just stared back at Derek lazily, not saying a word, as suddenly, there was movement in the undergrowth behind him.

And it was then, as casual as ever, that Negan stepped out of the shadows, with that cocky swagger of his, his usual dark leather jacket shrugged haphazardly over his torso, with Lucille propped up across his slumped shoulders.

Arat followed closely behind now, along with four or five other Saviours, Blake vaguely recognised, all carrying guns and intimidating weapons of their own, coming to stop just at the tree line.

But Blake still couldn't relax, not when she knew just how bloodthirsty and unpredictable the Wolves could be.

Although, so could Negan…..

And right now, if looks could kill, then Derek and his buddies would have been dead hours ago…

For Negan looked livid, his face set grimly, his lips narrow. And even from here, Blake could see a tick in his cheek, as he clenched his long jaw tightly, obviously grinding his teeth.

If Blake hadn't have known him, she might have thought him to be the scariest person she had ever laid eye son.

But the dark-haired Saviour's chocolate eyes were on hers and only hers right now….unblinking…seething at the state she was in, scratched up, tied up, with a knife at her neck.

"You ok, Peaches?" he said finally, addressing her directly, his eyes drifting up and down her bound, dress -covered body as Blake breathed hard, trying not to panic.

But the caramel-blonde gritted her own teeth, a dark frown passing over her face.

"Does it look like I'm ok?!" she snapped back, seething now. Angry at everything.

At these stupid wolves, at the knife at her neck, at David for all that he had put her through for so many years…..and even Negan now as he stood before her, because of his arrogance.

Negan's lips twitched up slightly, but he could obviously tell that there were slightly more pressing matters at hand than having their usual back and forth banter right now.

And so, the dark-haired Saviour strolled easily forward, his eyes flickering down, passing the snapping walker on the far side of the camp fire, and coming to stop just a little way in front the two men on the ground, bleeding onto the dirt and grass around them.

"Well, shit," he muttered bluntly, arching his back with every syllable that he spoke.. "You folks thinkin' of havin' a party with Peaches here, and you don't. even. fuckin'. invite me?"

Even from here Blake could see that the red-head and the curly haired guy were both cowering where they knelt, looking petrified at this very moment.

Negan raised both his eyebrows down to the pair, now ignoring the man with the knife at Blake's throat completely.

Blake at such close proximity could hear Derek breathing hard now, obviously not expecting to be overlooked right now.

But Blake knew just how unpredictable Negan could be.

And that was what made him more feared and more infamous that anyone else Blake had ever known.

"I have to admit," Negan said in a loud, intimidating voice, placing a gloved hand to his chest. "I am mightily fuckin' offended right now…"

He began to pace just in front of the two men before him now….tall and imposing-looking...his eyes blackened…

"…I mean, I am the life and soul of a fuckin' party, ain't that right Si?" continued the leader of the Saviours, chancing a narrow-eyed glance back at his right hand man, who was stood beside Arat and the others, with his gun still trained on the Wolves.

"Oh definitely," said Simon with a nod, as Negan turned swiftly back to face the cowering men.

"But on the other hand," continued the dark-haired saviour, removing Lucille from his shoulder and holding her out towards the brown-locked Wolf. "Maybe I'm a little too fuckin' pissed off right now to be able to enjoy myself."

"I-I'm sorry….Negan….Sir…." blurted out the red-haired man suddenly, clutching at his leg and pointing accusingly at Derek behind him. "I-I-It was all his idea…I-"

But before the Wolf could say another snivelling word, Negan had stamped down hard onto the his bleeding leg with the heel of his boot.

The man cried out loudly, sending the noise echoing for miles around…

But in the blink of an eye, Negan had leaned his face in, pressing the barbed end of Lucille to the other side of the man's beaded cheek

"I could not give a flying fuck whose idea it was, you cock-sucking asshole, " roared Negan into the man's face, as he gave a sorry whimper. "But what I do really wanna know, is why you thought that you could take what's mine, tie her to a fuckin' tree, and try and fuckin' rape her?"

Negan's straight white line of teeth were bared fiercely now, as he hurriedly got to his feet again, standing up tall on his long legs, before stomping yet again on the red-haired man's leg.

Another cry of pain shot out through the clearing, causing the walker across the way, to moan out even louder.

But not one of the surrounding Saviours even flinched at this noise, obviously used to the brutality of Negan's regime by now…all of them standing there stony-faced, weapons eagerly trained on the three Wolves.

Now Negan rounded on the curly haired-man too, moving Lucille in between the two Wolves.

"Because' rape….forcing yourself on a fuckin' woman when she's told you to fuck the fuck off, is NOT something people in civilised society do, now is it?" barked Negan, arching his back as he spoke, leaning back on his long legs. "And that is something I absolutely do NOT fuckin' stand for. 'Cause those women…that woman over there, in fact, puts us men to fuckin' shame."

Now Negan's eyes shifted up to Blake, his mouth fixed and his chocolate eyes serious.

"Because Peaches, here, is a fuckin' queen, and I swear on my Lucille here, that you three are gonna pay for what you've fuckin' done to her tonight."

Blake gave a gulp….knowing exactly what he meant by this…

…but Derek before her, was unrelenting, pressing the knife further into the tender skin at her throat, looking severely unsettled.

"I'll cut her….d-don't think I won't do it!" the green eyed man warned Negan, his voice raised and shaky-sounding.

Blake's own eyes widened slightly, as she felt the smallest amount of warm blood trickle down her slender throat.

She felt alarm rise within her again, her eyes darting back and forth between Negan and the man at her side holding her hostage.

Blake felt genuinely scared now…for the second time tonight, her mind flitting back to all those times David had used her to get what he wanted… using her as a human shield of sorts….

And despite how strong she felt when she was with Negan…inside, it was hard to shake that feeling of being ground down…of being hurt and betrayed and used….made to feel like she was worth nothing. Just as Derek was doing to her tonight.

To him she was just a pawn in his game…and if he was going to die either way, he might as well kill her and take her down with him too…

And so Blake, despite how relieved she had been to see Negan and the Saviours, could right now see no way out of this…

Was this really it for her?

She pulled sharply at her bonds again, feeling the familiar sensation of the ropes cutting into her wrists.

It was hopeless…. and Blake felt nothing else now but anger….

Angry and frustrated that this was the end of everything for her, after all she had been through…

But Negan looked as livid as Blake felt right now, taking a long-legged stride forwards, passing the two Wolves on the floor and walking directly over towards Blake and the black-haired Saviour.

"Oh you've made a huge fuckin' mistake," said the tall leader of the Saviour's looking more fearsome than Blake had ever seen him, his expression dripping with pure fury, his brown eyes glaring forwards, fixed upon the wolf now cowering at Blake's side.

"Stay the fuck back," yelled Derek, now shuffling around Blake and coming to stand behind her shoulder and to the side of the slim tree at her back. "I-I mean it….I'll slice her throat…"

But Blake, in that instant, saw red….

….and, taking her chance, she kicked her foot back….hoping, praying….

….and it wasn't a split second later, that she felt her heel collide with the soft space between Derek's legs…

And with that, the black-haired wolf instantly doubled over, tugging the blade from her throat, staggering backwards with a loud 'oof'…

And quicker than her eyes could follow his movement, Negan had stalked forwards...swung back his barbed-wire covered baseball bat, and collided it squarely with the underside of Derek's chin, with a loud 'thwack'.

Derek was hurled backwards off of his feet, pieces of skin and blood spurting everywhere as he tumbled onto the ground.

As Blake turned her face away, wincing.

"You sick fuckin' son of fuckin' bitch!" shouted Negan now, advancing on the man again, swinging back his leg and kicking him in the ribs hard. "Oh, you are gonna regret fuckin' crossing either of us."

Derek gave a wheezy whine, rolling about on the floor, just beyond Blake's eye line….but it wasn't another second before she heard someone's hot breath's up on her neck again and her body press up against her from behind.

She flinched immediately away, thinking for a moment It was the black-haired wolf again, but she turned her warm and bloody neck again, just in time to see Negan at her shoulder, tall and seething, hearing him tug his familiar old knife from his belt and slice the bonds that were keeping her prisoner, in two.

It was second before she felt Negan's long and warm fingers grasp one of her hands in his own and tug it back around in front of her once more, his chocolate eyes now staring down at her wrists, his thumb tracing the deep purple bruises that the tight blue twine had created across her skin.

But Blake parted her lips, catching her breath now as she followed his gaze up, so that his chocolate eyes met with hers…

He stared her over…taking in every scratch and imperfection that now littered her face….looking pained at the dirt and blood now covering her neck and collarbone.

"I'm so fuckin' sorry Darlin," said Negan suddenly lifting his hand from her wrist and pressing it to her cheek comfortingly, his eyes now earnest and almost sad looking. "I fuckin' shouldn'ta' let you go out there alone…"

But Blake let out a trembling breath of air and shook her head.

"I'm alive aren't I…." she whispered back quieter than she had intended….latching onto his warmth now…wanting to feel him close to her….feeling oh-so much overwhelming emotion washing over her now…

…..fear….frustration…anger…..

And it was that anger, that now made her lean herself into Negan…..her blood boiling, as she thought on what had just been done to her….

"But I want them to pay…please…" she uttered coldly.

Blake drew back her face, her eyes levelling with Negan's as he stared back at her, blinking hard, before letting out a hard nod of understanding… knowing exactly what she wanted from him right now….

The pair of them were good together, Blake knew that….and perhaps they were more alike than she first that thought.

He was hers…and she was his…

…and fuck anyone who cared to get in their way…ever….

Negan was her everything…and the fact that he was a dangerous monster of a man, only worked to Blake's advantage now.

She wanted him to do this, to use his anger…to use Lucille….not just for her…but for all the women raped and murdered by the Wolves.

She felt bloodthirsty now, eager to see them utterly pay for what they had done…

Blake's fingers curled around the leather-fabric of Negan's sleeve as she pressed herself into him and brushed his ear with her mouth.

"…and I want it to hurt…" she uttered with a disgusted grimace, feeling a gulp rise up her throat as the words spilled from her mouth, serious and meaningful.

And for a second, Blake saw the smallest of dark smirks twitch its way onto Negan's lips…as he leaned in and pressed his lips to her cheek.

"…consider it done, Darlin'," he growled ominously, before he pulled back and brought himself up to his full height, swivelling around on his booted heel.

Blake saw him gesture over to Simon with a nod of his head, and in a moment the moustachioed, loyal man, had stalked to her side, placing an arm around her and pulling her over towards the safety of the rest of the Saviours. All standing there ready to protect her at all costs…because she was one them now….and more importantly, she was Negan's.

But the tall, dark-haired man in question was alone now in the centre of the camp, save for the three wolves, and in a matter of moments he had already stalked back over towards the heavily bleeding Derek, grasping him by the shirt collar, and hauling him back over towards the campfire, where the other two men were now cowering on the ground.

Derek's face was a bloody mess, with pieces of skin hanging down his throat and bone of his jaw on show, but Negan of course, showed no mercy, throwing him swiftly down onto the ground.

The dark-haired Saviour now stood back and eyed the three of them before him, all looking at pitiful and as weak as they possibly could now…but for Blake it was hard not to forget the gleeful malice they had had in their beady eyes just a few long minutes ago.

But Negan, swinging Lucille in front of each of their faces, began to walk now, dragging a hand down his bearded chin and giving a notably gruff, sigh.

"Now…" he began after a moment or so had passed, the only other sounds in the camp being the groaning of the walker nearby and the sounds of Negan's boots on the ground as he paced. "…I'm a fuckin' reasonable guy….and I've got a feelin' when you took, Peaches here…kidnapped her…held her hostage…whatever the fuck you want to call it…..that you had no fuckin' idea who she was, am I right?"

The curly haired Saviour, twitched his head into a hurried nod, his eyes wide and glassy.

"You had no idea she was one of MY people, right? No idea that she was the person that I probably care about more than any of fucker in this entire goddamn fuckin' world…..right?" continued Negan, earning another eager nod from not only the curly haired Wolf, but the beaded man at his side too, who was clutching at his bloody and broken leg painfully, almost rocking back at forth where he sat. "And…am I right in guessing that had you known that she was so fuckin' important to me…you'd have never gone after her….tried to rape her….put a knife to her goddamn, perfect as fuck, throat!?"

Negan's voice was loud now, carrying across the clearing like a gunshot….making the three men wince where they sat, but all nodding once again desperation in their faces now, even Derek, as he lay there, half propped up on one hand, facing the floor.

"…we're s-sorry…." suddenly snivelled the curly haired man in a weak, tearful voice, lifting his face to Negan's now, his now-red face, plastered with tears. "…we didn't know….sir…..Negan…sir….if we had-"

But Negan suddenly cut across him with a bark, leaning down into the wolf's face, his teeth bared dangerously.

"If you had," yelled Negan. "You'd have still gone ahead and done it anyway….and if it wasn't to her, it would have been some other sorry fuckin' girl who you carried here kickin' and screamin', not wantin' your dirty fuckin' dick anywhere near her!"

And with that, before Blake could blink, Negan had swiped the knife from the black leather holster at his waist once again, and plunged it deep into the space between the curly-haired man's legs.

The cry of pain that the wolf let out was utterly unimaginable, his head flung up towards the cloudy and darkened sky above, screeching in sheer agony.

But Negan wasn't done yet, retracting the knife, now trickling with ruby red blood, and standing up straight once again.

"You three fuckin' think that you're above it all, huh? That you can have any fuckin' woman you want, just because she's outnumbered three to fuckin' one, you sick fuckin' pussys?" Negan continued, lifting the knife to his face and admiring the coating of red that now covered it. "Cause I've gotta tell you….I am anythin' but than fuckin tolerant to rapist bags of fuckin' shit like you."

And with that Negan grabbed the knife and plunged it into the curly haired-man's eye.

Blake, perhaps two months ago, would have looked away, as blood spurted everywhere grotesquely….but not now….not tonight….standing their raising her chin and keeping her eyes fixed on the scene before her.

Derek and the bearded red-head almost screamed in fear, shuffling away urgently, as the curly-haired wolf gasped out, mouthing at the air…his other eye staring forwards horrifically…

…but the blade was large, and by the time Negan pulled it from the man's skull….he had slumped forwards landing on his face. Dead.

At this, Negan gave a grin of malice.

"One fuckin' down…two to go," he noted fiendishly, with a hint of glee in his voice…as the other two Wolves whimpered where they lay.

But Negan's attention now, turned to the red-haired man, coming to stop in front of him. The leader of the Saviours, pointed down, with the dripping knife in his hand.

"Your fuckin' turn, Ginger Spice," he uttered callously, in a low growl of a voice.

But the red-haired guy gave a whimper, sobbing to himself, now, hunching his shoulders, almost waiting for the impact of the knife.

But Negan merely laughed coldly.

"Oh I guarantee you weren't so fuckin' upset when it was Peaches here that was bein' fuckin' threatened, you sorry sack of shit," said Negan loudly, leaning down and bearing his teeth into the Wolf's face. "Were you bawling your goddamn eyes out when you're fuckin' buddy over there had a knife to my girl's fuckin' throat? Hmmm?"

The man gave a another terrified mewl of fear now….the sound now appetisingly pleasing to Blake's ears.

She was glad they were frightened and suffering….just like all the other girls who had been snatched and attacked and killed by them, must have been.

These men would all get what they deserved…

"Well maybe….just maybe…"said Negan taking a deep sniff of air and glower down at the red-head. "Maybe…I should show you how it feels to have a goddamn fuckin' knife slicin' open your throat."

And with that, as Blake gave a gulp of her own, Negan had brought the already bloody knife up and drew it neatly across the Wolf's bearded neck, slicing open his jugular with one swift motion.

The man choked for a moment, lifting his hands up to his throat, his eyes bulging in their sockets….as he tried to stem the bleeding.

But it was too late for him now, as blood trickled neatly through his fingers and pouring down the front of his shirt.

Blake turned her head away monetarily…not because of the violence of the act per say, but more because that was what could have happened to her…just a few minutes ago….if Derek had got his way….

Her green eyes now, instead, landing on the tied up walker over her right, getting more and more incited by the noises and the smell of hot blood that filled the camp. From here she could see it better, her view no longer obscured by the campfire.

The walker looked freshly turned, its pasty pale skin not yet decomposed, with blood-matted short brown hair, and the only one small part of his lip torn away, revealing a set of white gnashing teeth beneath…

But Blake gave a frown….tilting her head to the side…distracted now from the scene in front of her…

She vaguely heard Negan turn now to Derek, sat on the floor, the last wolf standing…but her attention was no longer on that anymore, as she moved around Simon…moving slowly over towards the walker….

Blake narrowed her eyes, as she walked on bare feet around the tied up, dead figure, reaching its pale arms out and grasping at mid-air….

To anyone else…it was just regular walker….but Blake, strangely, was almost certain that she recognised it….….but from where?

She moved around the figure now, coming to stand straight on, facing it….with her back to Negan, barely hearing him yelling over her shoulder into the black-haired Wolf's face.

Why did this dead rotter bring back memories…..bubbling inside her stomach….as it noticed her now, snapping and snarling at her with its bared jaws.

Then all of a sudden….it dawned on her, her blood running cold….a shes he took two hurried steps backwards…her eyes widening….

For now she knew exactly who this was...

...this man….

...this now, dead man...

...had once been one half of the young couple, who had come to take Mia away all those weeks ago…

She tried hard now to try and remember his name….to remember what Mia had called him…

Then it came to her.

Brian. That was what Mia had called him…partner to Amy, the woman with the red hair and freckles….

She had last seen them at the Sanctuary, piling out of the back of a truck and rushing forward to hug Mia tightly….

But now what the hell was doing here….dead…..?

She felt a panic rising within her now.

If Brian was here, then where the hell were Amy and more importantly, Mia?

Blake swung around suddenly, balling her fists at her sides and marching hurriedly around the campfire towards Negan and Derek.

Negan, who had Lucille pressed to the side of Derek's cheek, his nose now broken and bleeding…suddenly glanced up, noticing her there, coming to a stop beside him and standing up straight, eyeing her cautiously.

But Blake didn't have time to explain.

"That walker," she said to the remaining wolf in a slightly raised voice, pointing back at the dead figure of Brian, his hands trembling slightly as she spoke. "You killed him...right? Then what did you do to the rest of the people he was with?"

She could feel anger and frustration rising back within her now, as she faced the blood-covered Derek now.

But the black-haired wolf merely raised his green beady eyes to meet with hers, sneering back at her grimly, his neck half hanging open and his face covered in blood now…looking utterly grotesque…

"What we do to everyone," he hissed back at her gleefully. "We killed them…."

Blake parted her lips, her heart hammering inside her chest now….

…Mia….

This couldn't be real…it just couldn't be…

Blake gave another gulp, taking a woozy step backwards…everything feeling so very distant all of a sudden….

She could feel Negan's eyes on her face now….as her stomach convulsed.

She wanted to vomit…to scream….to cry out….

But Blake didn't do any of those things, as she saw Negan look back and forth between her and the walker behind them now. ..realisation dawning across his bearded face.

But before either of them could speak, Derek spoke again, his voice as poisonous as ever…

"You know I would've raped the fuck outta you, and made you hurt real-fucking bad, if your boyfriend hadn't showed up, you stupid bitch," he sneered in a foul voice, spitting a gob of blood-tinged bile at her feet.

And it was at this that Blake suddenly snapped out of her haze…seeing red now, grinding her teeth together hard as she lowered her chin.

And before she even knew what she was doing, her hand had found Negan's gloved one... and she had grasped Lucille tightly between her fingers, pulling the baseball bat from his loose grasp…

…and to her utter surprise, Negan did nothing to stop her…

Not even when she stepped back, raising Lucille high above her head with both hands now...using all her effort and strength with every fiber of her body...

...before swinging it quickly down, the barbed wire covered bat colliding squarely with Derek's skull with a loud, carrying crack.

Derek almost at once, crumpled to the floor…but Blake was in no way done yet, lifting the bloodied baseball bat again and again, and bringing it down onto the Wolf's now-broken skull, harder and harder with every swing she took, blood splattering her bare legs.

This was payback…

For her…for Mia….and for all those men and women killed by Derek's hand…

And it wasn't until there was nothing left to recognise of the black-haired man's head any longer…did Blake relent…breathing hard now…her shoulders tensed as her heart hammered away inside her ribcage…

She wasn't regretful.

She wasn't sad.

She didn't feel sick with the sight before her eyes….

Because despite knowing that Derek and the Wolves had paid like they were supposed to for what they had done… nothing….not even this, would ever bring back Mia….from wherever she now was…

It just wasn't enough...

But it wasn't a second later, that she felt Negan's arm snake around her, pulling the bloodied Lucille from Blake's limp grasp…as she stood there, staring down at the sight before her eyes.

"Let's go, Peaches," she heard Negan's warm voice into her ear utter now, as his other free hand curled around her fingers and eased her away.

Blake felt herself stumble slightly as she blinked hard, her eyes falling to the floor.

But Negan could read her well, tugging her into him and making sure he was close to her….

….as he pulled her from the bodies…..from the campfire….and from everything here….

Making sure she was safe at his side, her fingers threaded tightly through his….as though they never wanted to be apart from hers ever again…

Rick ran a hand over his tired eyes.

It was late now and he had been stood up on the high wall, just to the right of the gates to Alexandria keeping watch for the past two hours now.

The past couple of days had been tough for him. With what had happened with Blake…the way she had left the settlement, just like that...leaving them all behind.

Why the heck couldn't she see that Negan was pure evil? That he wasn't to be trusted? That alone frustrated Rick. How blind she had been, not willing to listen to anything they had had to say.

But it had only been the next morning that they had found the car the caramel-blonde woman had stolen, bent up on its side, on a track just a couple of miles out of Alexandria.

He, Aaron and Sasha had scouted the nearby woods to see if they could find her, but it had been useless.

Either the Saviours had found her, or she had died in the crash and become a walker. But either way it wasn't likely she was ever coming back.

And that was one ally less for Rick and his team at the end of the day, as he had so aptly put it to Michonne that afternoon. But the black woman at his words, had marched off in a foul mood, telling Rick not to be so arrogant. And Rick hadn't seen her since.

He had later heard that she was out with Aaron, in Daryl's absence, searching for survivors out there, as was Aaron's usual daily task.

But it was late now, and despite knowing that Michonne could of course handle herself, he wanted to keep watch at the gate….to make sure she got back ok, before midnight came.

Rick leaned forwards now, palms pressed down onto the sides of the wall before him, peering out at the never-ending darkness that stretched ahead, letting out a long sigh...waiting...

But he didn't have to wait long, as he suddenly noticed a pair of headlights in the distance nearing them now…

He gave a sharp whistle, drawing the attention of Gabriel who was stood on a second tower, a little way away from him, with a gun of his own. This was their signal. And if there was any trouble, Gabriel would be the one to run and get help.

But luckily for Rick, he recognised the car as it pulled up close to the gate, as being Aaron's that the man usually took out on run's like this.

The brown haired-Rick gave a small relieved smile, ambling down the ladder at his back, before making for the gates, heaving them swiftly open…glad to see Michonne home.

But as he pulled back the thick barred fence, Rick gave a deep frown….his eyes locking onto Michonne and Aaron finally, as they walked towards him….

But they weren't alone…

Rick blinked a few times...taking in just what he was seeing...

…for cradled in Aaron's arms was tiny girl, a little bigger than Judith in age, with a small tuft of brown hair tied up on the top of her head.

Rick cocked is head to the side questioningly, as Michonne gave a heavy sigh.

"We found her….about forty miles out…locked inside a car with a freshly turned walker on the outside," explained Michonne grimly in a hushed voice. "Might have been her Mom."

Rick's eyes flickered over the tiny girl, her face wet with tears as she peered up at him looking terrified, as Aaron approached with her.

Rick gave a small gulp, looking a little unsure now, placing his hands to his hips.

"Does…she…uhhhhh…" he began, giving a small cough, as the tiny girl buried her face in Aaron's jacket, sobbing hard. "…does she have a name?"

But Michonne shrugged, pursing her lips.

"She hasn't stopped crying since we found her," sighed the woman in a sad voice.

And all Rick could do was nod in reply, gazing in between the two adults.

"Well I guess we should get her inside…" he muttered, as the foursome headed through the wall to the small settlement...

...before pulling the gate safely shut behind them.

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