I panted softly, body shaking with fear as I'm pushed onto my knees. We were surrounded by men, all bearing weapons of some sort and ready to kill if we made the wrong move. I heard the back of a truck open, turning my gaze to the sound as I watched a few men drag Glenn, Rosita, Daryl and Michonne out of the vehicle.

I met Daryl's gaze once he was on the ground; he had a blanket draped over his shoulders and what looked to be a gun wound on his shoulder. I frowned, and he quickly shook his head in a way that told me not to worry, like it was that easy. "Alright, looks like we got a full boat. Let's meet the man." the man we met on the road announced cheerfully, banging on the door of the RV.

There was a brief pause before the door was pushed open, and when the man's voice filled my ears I almost let out a choked sob. "Pissing our pants yet?"

I looked up at Negan, the man I had loved so much years before the world went to hell. I couldn't believe he was still alive, after all this time. And this is how we were brought back together. His eyes scanned my group, stopping when they landed on me, narrowing slowly. "Well...would you look at that."