“You can kill me, Negan… but you’ll never take what he gave me. You’ll never take him from me. Not really.”

The corner of her mouth twitched — not quite a smile, not quite a sob. “Go ahead. Swing again. Let’s see if you’re man enough to finish what you started.”

“All I see is someone too scared to be alone. You hide behind that bat like it makes you powerful — but all it does is prove how empty you already were.”

Her trembling hands clenched into fists against the dirt, blood-streaked fingers curling until her nails dug into her palms.

Couldn’t blink. Could barely breathe.

Her voice was hoarse when it finally broke free.
“...You think this is funny? You think this makes you a man?” She spat the words, eyes wet but unbroken, staring him down like she could burn a hole straight through him.

Her chest rose and fell unevenly, grief and rage burning through the numb haze. Glenn’s name was a scream stuck in her throat, one she refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing. She wanted to claw at him, tear his smug grin right off his face — but she couldn’t move.

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He was alive—but forever scarred, his future with Maggie and their child hanging by a fragile thread

Guess Glenn here’s gonna limp around as a reminder to keep you nice and motivated.”

The air felt heavy, suffocating, as Glenn struggled to whisper Maggie’s name, blood bubbling on his lips.

Negan leaned closer, voice dripping with cruelty. “Now that… that right there is poetic. You’re a mess, but still breathin’. And you—” his eyes snapped to Maggie, his grin widening, “—you got somethin’ cookin’ in the oven, huh?

Maggie, clutching her stomach, felt her heart shatter. Every instinct screamed to run to him, but fear rooted her in place. Her unborn child was growing inside her, and now her husband might never be whole enough to see that future.

He wasn’t the same—couldn’t be. Something deep inside him had been shattered forever. But his gaze still sought Maggie through the blur, clinging to her face like it was the last anchor he had left.

Negan tilted his head, smirking as he rested Lucille on his shoulder. “Well, damn… look at that. Boy’s still twitchin’. Guess you’re harder to crack than I thought.” Glenn’s body convulsed as he tried to push himself up, his words coming out garbled, one eye already swelling shut.