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GONNA GET LUCILLE’D.

     <sub>he’s unsure of how much time has PASSED since the bullet had torn through his skin. it hadn’t been a TERRIBLE wound ( painful, nonetheless ), through and through and easy to patch up. it had taken a long while for andrea to even BEGIN to trust him, and when she had, they were GOOD together, like a team. but idealistic dreams were too easily shattered in this world. pounding feet and ragged breaths reminiscent of their first meeting saw their last drawing to a DEADLY close. somehow the saviors had found them, a group on a scouting mission. andrea had taken one and griffin two, but it wouldn’t matter if they couldn’t outrun their maker.
     he sprints behind her, arm beginning to throb as lactic acid found harbor, leaking into his not yet COMPLETELY ( close but not quite there ) healed bullet wound. words of encouragement burst from his lips along with carbon dioxide as he fights with his lungs. a bullet EMBEDS itself in the tree next to him as griffin passes it. his head turns, gaze frantically searching for the shooter when it’s ripped back in front of him as andrea SCREAMS in surprise. sliding to a haphazard stop, griffin takes AIM immediately at the man holding andrea hostage.    ❝ let. her. go. ❞    his stance steadies, eyes locked with andrea’s. the man tightens his hold on the blonde, and memories flash through griffin’s head – her smile and her laugh that he’d managed to pull out of her after nearly a MONTH. his own grip on the pistol turns his knuckles white.     ❝ I’M the one you want. ❞  
  
               “ see, i’m tryin’ to figure which is gonna hurt WORSE. ”

     the new voice sends a chill down griffin’s SPINE. he KNOWS what it means, WHO it is. negan. griffin’s gaze flicks to the infamous man, though his gun remains aimed on the other holding andrea. unadulterated anger sweeps across his face, twisting his lips into a nasty SNARL. his finger lifts an inch of the trigger, tongue wetting his lips as his jaw tenses. brown eyes drifting back to andrea, it’s clear what she’s trying to SAY – kill him, take the chance while he HAS it. but he CAN’T. he shakes his head almost imperceptibly; he’s got to get her OUT OF TROUBLE before he takes down negan. if he shoots, the man will SNAP HER NECK. his lips move silently, i’m sorry.

         with a chuckle, negan raises his bat, looking between the two.      “ oh, i think i know which it’s gonna be. ”

     the other’s voice jerks griffin back into focus, and his eyes widen with a large intake of a breath.     ❝ DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE – !! ❞    the man holding andrea shoves her violently to the ground, and griffin’s finger squeezes the trigger without thought, sending a bullet straight through his HEAD. an instant later, another bullet buries in lucille’s wood only because someone TACKLED griffin to the ground. he hears andrea scrambling to retaliate, and griffin renders the savior above him unconscious without issue, adrenaline fueling a WILDFIRE. the skirmish only lasts a SECOND before negan’s voice effectively stops all motion, leaving griffin helpless despite his aim set on negan.
     his body stills with horror, heart’s frantic beat FROZEN in fear. negan standing offset to andrea, who’s on her knees, eyes wild as they bore into griffin’s. it’s only but a moment to take in before negan BURIES lucille’s barbs into the side of andrea’s head.    ❝ ANDREA!! ❞    the shout is loud, echoing violently off the trees, leaving the air soaked in GRIEF.

                         he didn’t try hard enough.</sub>

     <sub>the pistol drops to the leafy ground as griffin scrambles to andrea’s side, eyes dry with RAW pain. hands drink up the blood as he grabs her gently, bringing her CLOSER to his body. his shirt soaks immediately, turning darker as the wet seeps through and onto his SKIN.     ❝ i’m sorry, fuck. i’m so sorry, andrea, please come – b a  c    k. ❞    lucille thumps to the ground beside him, his body jerking in reaction to the noise and arms constricting further around andrea’s LIFELESS form. tears finally push over onto his cheeks as his eyes slide shut and he buries his face into the unmarred side of her neck.

                               he should have let her go.
                                   she shouldn’t have ever stayed.
                                       he should have told her goodbye.</sub>