The group had managed to find some semblance of peace, but in the world they lived in, peace was always fleeting. They were on the move again, Rick holding his little sister, Y/N, close while Dean and Sam took point, their eyes scanning for threats. The group’s newfound ally, Emily, stayed close to Maggie, her trust slowly building with each day.

As they approached the outskirts of a small town, they heard the rumble of engines and the unmistakable sound of laughter. Rick’s grip on Y/N tightened, signaling the group to be on high alert.

“Stay sharp,” Daryl muttered, his crossbow at the ready. They moved cautiously, sticking to the shadows as they approached the source of the noise.

Through the trees, they saw a group of men surrounding a fire. At the center stood Negan, his presence commanding and intimidating. By his side was a young woman, about 22 years old, with blondish-black hair, hazel-green eyes, and glasses. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that was ripped and covered in blood, dirt, and sweat. She looked scared, her eyes wide with fear.

Rick’s heart pounded as he observed the scene. “That’s Destiny,” Emily whispered, her voice trembling. “She was with my group before we got separated.”

Negan noticed the woman’s fear and chuckled, his voice dripping with menace. “Now, now, Destiny. You stick with me, and you’ll be just fine,” he said, his tone mockingly soothing.

Rick, Dean, and Sam exchanged looks. They had to do something, but they needed a plan. “We can’t let her stay with him,” Rick said quietly, his voice filled with determination.

Dean nodded. “We need a distraction. Sam and I can create a diversion while you and Daryl get her out.”

Daryl’s eyes narrowed in agreement. “We can do that.”