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(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
The first thing I see is Carl, his bright blue eyes widen in shock.

"(Y/N)," Rick breathes out, drawing my gaze over to him.

"You guys know each other?" Negan asks. I try to turn my head to face him, but my eyes are stuck on Rick.

"This is my last group."

Negan is going to be pissed. I've told him almost all of my stories about my last group, but I've never given him any names. I told him how the leader, almost twenty years older than me, cornered me one day and told me his feelings toward me.

It was weird to have to hear Rick confess his love for me, especially when I was in love with his son. That's why he chose me to distract The Governor; Rick knew I didn't love him back. It would've been different if someone from the group had tried to stop his cruel plan, but not one person stood up for me. I know it sound childish, but I just really needed someone. That's why I plan to be ruthless. I plan to be the one to kill them.

"Hot damn," Negan says, putting his arm on my shoulder. "(Y/N), I am going to kill these sons of bitches."

I step closer to Negan, loving the feeling of protection he gives off. I know Negan doesn't love me the way Rick does, but yet as a daughter. That's the kind of love everyone needs in this world.

"How would you like me to do this, (Y/N)?" Negan asks, looking down at me. I smile, taking a step back from him.

"Well, since it is my birthday, I think I should be the one to kill them. Tony, could you get that house prepared for me?" I ask, looking back at Tony. He nods, scurrying off.

"Let's get you guys lined up. First, I'd like Carl. Then Daryl, Maggie, Glenn, Tara, Eugene, Carla, and Rick." I say, watching Negan put everyone in order. I grab Carl by the arm, walking him to the nearby house. I sit Carl down in the chair, and then Tony ties him up.

"I'll be right here if you need me, (Y/N)," Tony says, handing me a knife. I nod, watching him walk into the kitchen.

"(Y/N), don't do this," Carl begs.

"Really? After all of this time, that's the first thing you've got to say to me? I thought you were dead," I say, tears brimming my eyes.

"What do you want me to say? "I missed you, let's hug it out," Seems a little too friendly, considering you have me tied up to a chair."

"I at least expected a "Hey, how have you been?" I mean, we were friends."

"We were more than just friends and you know it," Carl spits, flipping his hair out of his eyes. I give him a weak smile, leaning back against the wall.

"Yeah, we were. We were before you let your own father send me out to have sex with The Governor."

"What?"

"Carl, don't you dare play dumb. You were in the room when he announced the plan. Hell, you were even on the committee that made the plan," I say, watching his face turn red. He was never a good liar.

"You know, you hurt me the most out of everyone. No, you never said or did anything, but it was the things you didn't say or didn't do that hurt. I'm fucking sick of being the victim! It's somebody else's turn!" I yell, throwing the knife at the wall behind him. I sink down against the wall, tears blurting my vision.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry," Carl says weakly, which only hurts more. I stand up, walking over to collect the knife.

"Tony, put him back with the others," I say, wiping my nose as I sniffle. I walk out of the house and back to Negan.

"You alright, kiddo?" He asks, and I nod.

"I'm ready to kill some bitches." I say, watching him smile.

Negan is a nice guy. He doesn't just kill people for the fun of it. This group must've done something really screwed up in the months I've been gone.

"Daryl," I smile, and Tony drags him up to me.

"You had the most power to stop Rick, but you didn't," I smile, walking slow circles around him.

"That's why you go first," I say, slitting his throat with one quick motion. A few screams come from the group, but my attention is focused on Rick. His eyes are tear-filled, but I will not stop until he's broken.

"Maggie, I always liked you," I say as Tony brings her up to me. "But your husband is on the council, meaning he went along with the plan. I would just kill him, but I know you mean the world to him. For this, I am truly sorry," I say, yanking back the knife and stabbing her baby bump. She wails out in pain, falling over to the ground. I stab her in the eye, and in a few moments she's silent.

I go through Glenn, Tara, and Eugene quickly, seeing that they had no real meaning behind their deaths.

"No, not Rick. Carl," I say, messing up the order of the line. Tony looks a little confused, but he doesn't question it.

"Damn, that's messed up," Negan laughs from behind me, but I choose to ignore him.

When Carl gets situated, I run a hand over his face. He just looks at me with a stone-cold glare.

"I really am going to miss you, Carl."

"I won't miss you, you sick, twisted bitch."

"Ouch," I say, covering my heart. Truth was, that did hurt a bit more than one would expect.

"You're going to wish you didn't do that," I say, running the knife against his face. I bring it to his throat, only making a little gash.

"Stop!" Rick wails out, falling over. I smile, turning to him. I sit him back up, putting the knife under his chin to make his gaze meet mine.

"You're the one that caused this. You're lucky Judith is already dead. I would've cut her up and made stew out of her chubby little baby body," I smile, knowing that hit close to home. I stand up and walk back over to Carl.

"I'll see you in Hell," I say, slitting his throat. He falls over, blood pooling from the slit on to the dirt. I bite my lip, trying not to cry.

He was my first love, after all.

I turn back to Rick, putting the knife right between his eyes. When he falls over, I collapse to the ground and cry.

"Hey, it's alright. Let's get you washed up," Negan says, pulling me into a hug.

•••
Dang, (Y/N) was wild.

Honestly, this might be my favorite imagine I've written yet. I think it's because it's so different from what I usually write.

I'm sorry if this was a little too much, I just felt like this was the most interesting way the story could've gone.

Love you guys.

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