Does Rick's Daughter Die In The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Then she reached to a guard at her side, drew his gun in one smooth motion, and jammed the barrel against my father’s throat. “Roland DeLuca,” she said, each word clipped and sharp, “I carried my daughter for ten months. I found her again, and on her first day home, your sons nearly killed her.” “If Yvette dies tonight, I’ll bury this whole family with her.” Kane had come down by then, Sofia at his side. The look on his face finally changed. “Mom, are you out of your mind?” he snapped. “You’re pulling a gun on us over some girl you barely know?”

I turned around and found the two men who had been standing behind Rick now dead on the floor, blood oozing from their heads. Rick tried hard not to look afraid, but his eyes betrayed him, I could see he got scared for almost some minutes. A dark smirk curled on my lips as I walked closer. “You shouldn't have played this with me,” I rasped, gripping his shoulder tight. He stared back at me without a word. “Now answer me. Where's Sienna?” My voice dropped, sharp and cold, my eyes turning dark. If not for our history, Rick would already be dead, I would have killed him along with those two.

It was the only explanation for her pack link to be terminated. Oh, she’s going to hear me out when this is all over with. Suddenly, I heard my daughter’s cry and in that instant, I fell to my knees. I felt like my breath was sucked out of my lungs and my heart stopped. ‘NO!’ Sara my wolf howled! “NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOOOOO!” My mate, my sweet mate. My soul felt like it was ripped in two. I screamed so loud, “NOOOOOOOO! DREWWW!” My mate was killed. Rick reached my side. ‘WHO DIED!? WHO?!’ I heard Christian yell out. I screamed out, ‘DREW, DREW WAS KILLED!’ He roared. So did Rick. In fact, all of our warriors howled.

“I wouldn’t do anything more to hurt that little pup.” The smile faded and the sadness I had seen after Ricki’s daughter died years earlier filled his eyes. I had forgotten that his young girlfriend and daughter had died in an accident. I patted his arm and nodded. “It did keep me on my toes. Just don’t do it anymore,” I said with an arched brow. “Sounds good to me,” he replied. “Should I stick around, just in case your wife decides to kick his ass again?” “She called him.” Ricki looked confused. “I am about to find out why.”

His father likely never saw it coming as they had taken him out first then Rick's mother whom had stumbled upon the scene of he husband's dead body in the middle of their living room. The hitmen proceeded to eliminate any and all witnesses and effectively killed everyone in the cabin aside from Rick whom had still been gathering wood when he heard the commotion. He rushed back toward the cabin to at least save one of the smaller kids, but he was much too late and brokedown when he saw the dead bodies of the younger twins, his brother and sister with bullet holes in their tiny bodies and blood pooling in their beds.

I declared. “I-I can’t do that, honey. I love you, and I can’t let you go,” she stuttered, her voice trembling. I shook my head in disbelief. I was done with her shit, and I knew it was useless to reason with her. I ignored her and tried to walk away. But before I could, a scream echoed in the corridor. I turned around and saw Rick running down the corridor, carrying his girlfriend in his arms. Her face was white, her skin appeared nearly translucent, like fine porcelain, and blood was tricking down her thigh. She looked as if she might die any moment from now on.

I groaned as I took my lips off her nipple. "What is it man?" "She's gone!" Rick's cries filled my ears. "Wait what? I don't understand. Annie broke up with you?" I got on my feet as she sat up. "No man, she's dead." "What?!" ~ I drove down to the morgue as fast as I could, only to see Rick as a shadow of himself. The story of her death had made the news due the gruesomeness of it. She tripped and fell off the balcony of her apartment building in a drunken haze, high as a kite after they had a fight and now Rick blamed himself for it.

Mercy said, clearly distraught. Later that day, Shane, Amelia, Gabriel, Jonathan, were all gathered in the waiting room of the hospital. All the women from the chambers had been brought there, as well as Rick. Rick was in rough shape, but he was still breathing. The knife had severely damaged his heart, and he’d lost a lot of blood. He’d slipped into a coma. “Rick is our link to your dad, Shane,” Gabriel said. “And now he’s in a coma.” It was true, without proof from Rick, they had no way of knowing whether or not Shane’s dad had played a part in any of this.