go in and kill everyone.

that was the mission; to swarm the outpost, to kill every single one of negan’s people. they were a liability to their safety, to their lives, and needed to be wiped from this earth.

it was a cruel act; killing them while they slept, while they fled, while they begged.

but rick was angry, torn to pieces by the murders brought by negan’s hand — and that stupid fucking bat. he wanted the town of alexandria to be safe, he wanted his family to be safe — and daryl understood that.

rick was like his brother — he made a command and daryl followed. they got shit done.

but he was struggling.

the ounce of humanity left in him ached as he pushed into one of the living quarters of the outpost — shooting negan’s people as they slept. but it had to be done.

it had to be.

the click of a gun would catch his attention in the still silence — a low grunt escaping him as he turned, his blue eyes shifting to stretch his gaze along the long corridor.

a single figure stood at the end, gun raised and pointed at him from across the hall.

go in and kill everyone, he thought.