Chapter Seventy Nine.

                                    

                                          
Sarah; 
                          
Did I know what I was doing? No. Was I bluffing when I said I could save him? Yes.
                          
But somehow I managed to do it. 
                          
Devon was resting in their infirmary while I cleaned myself up, looking up when a figure appeared in the doorway. 
                          
Negan cleared his throat, "Thank you. What you did, just thank you. Devon is one of my most trusted men." 
                          
I shrugged, "Don't worry about it." 
                          
He ran his hand through his hair and stepped into the small bathroom, "If I said that you couldn't go home, would you have done what you did?" 
                          
Again, I shrugged, "I'd like to say that I wouldn't, but I think we both know that I would have." 
                          
He gave me a smile, a genuine smile, and placed his hand on my shoulder, "I'll get Dwight to take you as soon as you're ready." 
                          
"Dwight?" I asked, trailing after behind him when he left, "Can't someone else take me? Please? Dwight and I don't get on." 
                          
"He'll take you," he repeated, this time more firmly, leaving no room for me to argue so instead. I just nodded. 
                          
"Okay."
                          
**
                          
To say that Dwight was unhappy about his arrangement was an understatement. He looked as if he'd rather take the iron to the other side of his face than take me home. 
                          
He shoved the blindfold over my head while we were still in the factory's yard. 
                          
Inside the car, he kept his gaze on the road ahead of us while I kept a tight grip on the crossbow that was on my lap. I couldn't keep the smile off my face as I thought about seeing the group again. Seeing Daryl again. 
                          
I couldn't quite believe that I had gotten Negan to let me go. 
                          
I don't know how long had passed when I felt the car come to a stop but I knew that we couldn't possibly be there yet and I quickly took of the blindfold, "Why have we stopped?" 
                          
"Get out. You can walk from here." 
                          
Walk? Was he serious? I didn't even know where here was!
                          
Sighing, Dwight pulled his gun out and pointed it at me. "Get out!" he repeated, this time louder, "You have a weapon, some water. You'll be fine." 
                          
"Negan told you to take me the whole way." I said, pulling the Negan card since I knew that even though he may have hated the man, he was still scared of him. 
                          
"What the boss won't know, won't hurt him." 
                          
"He'll know because I'll tell him the next time I see him, which I'm guessing will not be long." I told him and he gave me a smirk. 
                          
"I'm hoping that you don't make it." 
                          
"Prick," I hissed, reaching for the bag at my feet while kicking the door open, "Yeah? Well...I hope you crash."
                          
He snickered as I finally got my stupid bag out and I threw it onto my back and started walking when I heard his voice again from behind me. 
                          
"Tell Daryl I say hi!" 
                          
"Go to hell!" I yelled back, throwing my middle finger up into the air. 
                          
**
                          
Daryl; 
                          
"You're really going to do this?" Rick asked, watching as I shoved some ammo into my bag, "On your own?" 
                          
"I ain't gonna be on my own," I muttered, "Jesus is coming wi' me."