(A/n: Hello guys! I just wanted to warn you all, this chapter includes mentions of sexual assault and trauma. If these topics bother you at all, I recommend not reading this chapter. If not, I hope you enjoy! ^^)
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-Chapter sixty two; No Way Out-
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TAYLOR
SEEING THE TRUCK IN FRONT OF them come to a slow stop, she watched as Daryl, Sasha, and Abraham hop out of the truck.
"Babygirl, come with me. You stay right behind me." Her dad ordered.
"Okay." She nodded, and she, her father, and Jordyn and Kenny stood beside Daryl, Sasha, and Abraham.
"Ah, Chris. How nice of you two join us. Looks like you found your daughter." A man said.
"What do you guys want?" Her father asked.
"Just getting to that actually. Step two; hand over your weapons. Then Chris and Taylor come with us." The man replied.
"Why should we?" Daryl glared.
"Well, they're not yours." The man responded.
"What?" Abraham muttered.
"You see..." The man began, "Chris, Taylor, your weapons, your truck, the fuel in your truck, if you got mints in your glove compartment, if you got porn underneath the seats, change in the seats, hell, the seats themselves, the floor mats, your maps, the little stash of emergency napkins you got there in the console, none of those things are yours anymore.".
"Whose are they?" Sasha asked.
"Your property...now belongs to Negan." The man responded.
Negan...oh shit...it couldn't be him...right?
"And if you can get your hands on a tanker, you're people our person wants to know. So let's get those sidearms, shall we?" The man said, walking up to Daryl, "Right now.".
Daryl pulled his handgun from the waistband of his jeans and handed it to the man.
He then walked up to Taylor, "Now your turn Ms. Thompson.".
"...It's Dixon, asshole. I don't have any." She replied.
Smirking, the man who turned back to one of his men, "Do a pat down on her.".
