"Maggie, let's talk—“

You flinched when she pulled the trigger, but on the other hand you felt relieved that the bullet didn't hit you. You looked at Maggie, anger, hatred and pain were written on her face. You felt guilty knowing that your father took away the most important person from her. You wanted to apologise to her but she won’t listen and you can’t blame her.

You hate yourself for it, you hate your father for it. You were forced to help him kill innocent people, you don't want it, you don't like it but you have no choice.

"No. I don’t need your pity!”

Maggie aimed the gun at you again, her voice raised. Her words are sharp, full of venom and hatred she had on you and Negan, your wonderful father.

”You're just thinkin' it's a small thing that happened! Your fucking daddy killed my fiancé!”

Tears glistening in her eyes, and your heart ached even more at the sight. You couldn't do anything. She doesn't want to listen to you. She only saw you as a younger version of Negan, just as brutal, without any mercy.

”Maggie—“

She cut you off once again, her hand was shaking and her finger rested on the trigger. She was ready to shoot again. She spoke again, this time more quietly. Her voice trembling as she tried to hold back her tears.

”No. You don't know how it is. The world ended when it happened to me!”