Future Ghosts • TWD

107. Can't Go Back in Time.

Rosie had to rest for a while, which she really hated. It reminded her of those days at the farm when she'd hurt her leg. It was boring, but this time it was even more boring because she didn't have any dinosaur books to read. Luckily for her, though, Siddiq said that she didn't have to lay around in bed all day. She could just go about her day as normal as long as she was careful and gave her arm a rest. She had to wear a sling, which was awful and uncomfortable, but she wore it anyway because every time she tried to take it off, someone always scolded her.

Siddiq was difficult for Rosie to tolerate. He still took care of her and helped her heal, but she still hated his guts. It was confusing. She appreciated that he was helping her, but sometimes when she looked at him, she wished he'd disappear without a trace and maybe even get bitten by a walker. She needed someone to blame for Carl's death that wasn't herself. Siddiq was the reason Carl was out there, so Siddiq was the reason Carl got bit- or, at least, that's how Rosie saw it.

Now, Rosie was sitting in the grass with a few other kids. Liam, Ian, and a new kid named Henry. Rosie felt neutral about Liam- he could still be an asshole sometimes, but Rosie was pretty sure he was trying not to be like that. Ian was still being weird- he was still very quiet, but he now spoke to Rosie sometimes and wasn't actively avoiding everyone like he was before. As for Henry, Rosie didn't know him very well.

"How bad did it hurt?" Liam was asking Rosie as they all sat together in the grass.

"Don't know. Bad, I guess. Don't really remember all a' it," Rosie said. She shrugged her shoulders, then scrunched her face up in pain. She hadn't really noticed how often she moved her shoulders until it hurt every single time she did.

"So, you know Negan?" Henry asked. His tone seemed bland, like he was annoyed. He always seemed kind of angry, in Rosie's opinion. But they all had every right to be angry. They'd all been through far too much more than they deserved.

"What d'ya mean?" Rosie asked, turning to the boy, her eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

"He saved you. That's what Rick said," Henry said, confused as to why Rosie didn't already know that. Rosie raised her eyebrows a little bit, trying to say I don't know anything about that in eye language. "Negan found you and brought you to Rick. He saved your life," Henry elaborated.

"No, Rick found me and brought me here," Rosie said. She was very confused. Why would Rick say one thing and Daryl say the other? Which one of them was lying? Or maybe Henry just misheard what Rick was saying. If it weren't for Rick, Rosie would either be at the Sanctuary or dead. That's what Rosie thought.

Liam scooted closer in towards the group, wanting to be a larger part of the conversation. "Rick brought you here, and when he was giving you to Daryl and Siddiq, he said that Negan found you and brought you to Rick. I was there. That's what he said. I mean, I thought you were dying so I wasn't listening very close, but that's what I heard," Liam said. Rosie furrowed her eyebrows and looked down at her blue shoes. That didn't make sense. She'd have to ask about that. "Ian was there, too. He was crying, though, so maybe he wasn't listening," Liam added on.

"Was not," Ian said, scrunching up his face as if he didn't know what Liam was talking about.

"Were to," Liam argued.

"No, I wasn't," Ian retorted.

"Who cares if you were? You thought she was dying," Henry muttered, glaring over at the two other boys. They shut their mouths quickly, and Henry went back to doing what he had been for the past half an hour: watching the Saviors that Maggie kept imprisoned. Rosie watched them, too, trying to figure out why Henry was always watching them. They stayed quiet for a moment, all of them just looking at the imprisoned Saviors and wallowing in the awkward silence. Then, Henry suddenly looked away from the Saviors and turned to Rosie. "You know Negan. You know the Saviors. Do you know which one killed my brother?" Henry asked her, his voice angry.